I’m happy to announce that I’m a mere two pounds away from the nine-pound weight-loss mark I achieved a while back.
Eating has not been a priority for me…I’ve just been keeping my belly from growling too much.
My diet has pretty much consisted of peanut butter sandwiches on double fiber break and Greek yogurts.
But exercise…exercise is another sack of sugar.
For a while this winter, I actually enjoyed walking. My treks around the neighborhood were sacred strolls, just Jesus and me.
Then summer rolled around. From sun-up to sun-up, we have triple digit temperatures.
I’m pretty wimpy when it comes to intense heat. First of all, I’m about as white as Casper the Friendly Ghost. (I’m almost as friendly, too.) When I get hot, my face turns blood red; light-headedness soon follows. I won’t even mention how grouchy I get! It’s not pretty people.
I have some walking dvd’s, but the sacredness goes out the window with those. Leslie Sansone is cute as she can be, but she’s no Jesus.
Friends tell me to value myself enough to take some time for myself every day.
I have no problem with that!
I do take time for myself.
I write under the cool breeze of the ceiling fan.
Not much of a calorie/fat burner, but the mental and emotional benefits are miraculous!
Despite all my excuses, I know I must commit to regular exercise. I can lose weight without it, but the end result will be a saggy, droopy mess.
I want to be fit, not just thin.
I want to be energetic, not draggy.
I want to be able to hike to scenic spots and brag on God about His handiwork.
Since school started, I’ve been waking the boys up at six and then going back to bed til seven.
Tomorrow morning, I will get the boys moving and then get their momma moving. I’m going to try walking outside in the morning and see if I can ignore the heat via an i-pod full of Mandisa songs. If it’s too rough, I’ll settle for ol’ Leslie.
Check on me, will ya? I need to be harassed a bit, so this is your official permission to be my personal Jillian Michaels. Don’t let me off the hook. Don’t accept my excuses.
Lord, thank you for helping me reel in my eating. Please help me to push through the morning sleepies and exercise. I know it’ll be good for me; good for my body, mind, and spirit. See you in the morning!
