A few weeks ago I promised to write about an area of my life where I crawling.
I have always enjoyed exercising - "working out" I call it. I'd been exposed to fitness since I moved to the US, bikes, treadmills, gliders, steppers...you name it. Even after I left the comfort of a home gym to campus living I would find my way to the gym. I was also very conscious of what I ate, balancing my meals - knowing how to splurge and how to stop. I maintained a good weight until I started working. I became less active, less accountable, more junk food *proned* and so on and so forth. And so begins the pound piling cycle. After marriage, I got on the pill and I can honestly say that I noticed significant *pillage* once I got on the pill. A couple of years later I had my son and lost a lot of weight during the pregnancy (I was sick some) and a lost a little bit more after his birth. Instead of keeping focus and working hard to get back on track to a healthy weight, I resumed the junk food bandwagon. I must have used food to adapt to married life and motherhood even though God helped me to take some significant steps towards pursuing my life goals. Shortly before my son turned a year old I started doing
in-home walkingI enjoyed the program a lot because Leslie Sansone is i. a christian and ii. such a positive force iii. i could work out anytime inside the comfort of my own home iv. my son could watch with me and it was fun for both of us. After doing it for a few months I started noticing some change in my physique and energy albeit slowly. I am not sure what happened after that to get me back in the rut but I came back to my senses and started working out again. Before that I'd joined weight watchers but my weight didn't bulge. I decide to invest more money and we bought an elliptical machine - a very big expense for us because ellipticals especially the brand we bought are not cheap. I'm glad that I use it, but not as consistently as I would like. I've always talked about loosing weight and being fit but I've become more and more complacent with it. And so, I started noticing a trend of lack of energy as well as some snugness with my clothes. I decided to weigh myself to see (I've not weighed myself or owned a *working* scale in years) where I was on the scales. Friends,
oro di wo mi n wo e (I was speechless). I couldn't believe I was up there because I'd been wearing the same dress size for a while. I couldn't believe how much I've allowed myself to be deceived by thinking that I was getting away with my late night domes of rice and quick runs to coldstone.
Well it is time for balance. The scales need to stop tipping when I get on them. This is March 2007 and this day marks a record of where I will be in a year's time.
Prayer:
Dear Lord, help me to help my self to get rid of the sins of inactiveness and overeating that easily besets me.
