Sitting out
>> September 21, 2014 –
beauty,
discipline,
exercise
Have you ever started something and once you were too far in
to really get out, you realized that the whole thing was turning out to be WAY
bigger than you thought it was going to be?
I can honestly say that I really had never experienced
something like that until this year. I
mean sure I had projects in college that ended up taking way more time than I
thought they would or other small circumstances that ended up being hard than I
had first imagined, but really for the most part my perfectionist personality
kept me relatively safe from situations like that.
I am one of those people that like to fully evaluate my
success and/or the outcome before jumping into things. I don’t like failure. And I don’t like to quit. So in order to keep myself from having to
fail or quit, I just don’t do it.
I am by no means marketing this method. It has kept me on the sidelines way too many
times to count. I end up watching
instead of experiencing far too often.
So please don’t let me be your teacher.
But, the times are changing even for me.
Last month I decided to undertake something in which I wasn’t
sure I would actually be successful. I
decided it was time to do something about my health…lose weight, eat right, get
healthy. I knew it was going to be hard.
I knew I would struggle.
You want the truth, though?
Deep down, I really did think I was going to rock it. I knew I would struggle a bit in the
beginning to find my groove, but I really believed that I was going to be able
to whip this body of mine into shape in no time. I truly thought that once those initials cravings
subsided, I would even enjoy the whole healthy eating part.
How wrong I was.
This journey has been one of the most mentality and
spiritually challenging things I have ever done. In some ways, I can even say I have felt it
has started consuming my life.
Now before you all start worrying about my mental stability,
hear me out.
I know that at the end of the day my worth is not based on
the size of my pants. I really do get that, even if at times I struggle with
making that my reality. I know that Sara
is worth it because God says she is…not whether or not I am pretty enough to be
on the front of a magazine.
That being said, though, for the first time in my life, I am
embarking on something that on many occasions and even days makes me feel like
a failure. And that is hard.
On Friday, I got weighed again. The week before last I was down 5 lbs since I
started and had lost 1.5% body fat and gained 1% muscle. That was a little over three weeks since I had
started. Then this past week, my
counselor weighed me and measured me.
Guess what…I gained weight! WHAT! Yes, I had actually
gained. Sure I had lost a total of 19 cm throughout my body (chest, arms,
waist, legs, etc.). But, I GAINED
WEIGHED!
Heck no!
I was so upset.
Devastated really.
How was it that I had been working my butt off…exercising 4
to 5 times a week, really trying to watch EVERY SINGLE MORSEL of food that went
into my mouth and I gained. It was only
a slight gain but a gain nonetheless.
No freaking way!
Yesterday we took the kids to the mall. Hubby had to run an errand there, and the
kids really like playing in their playground area. We decided it would be cheaper and easier to
take the kids up to the food court for lunch.
They like it and it was cheaper than a sit down restaurant. The kids were easy and soon enough Hubby was
at the table with their food and his and everyone was chowing down. I, however, walked around in a circle for at
least 15 minutes trying to figure out what to eat. I knew what I wanted to eat…but I also knew
what I should eat. All I could think
about was the scale used to weigh me the day before.
So I just kept walking in circles…trying not to cry and
trying even harder not to be angry at all the skinny folks sitting at those
tables gorging themselves on the sweet, deliciousness of pizza and tacos and
hamburgers. I tried to hold my breath as
the mouth-watering aroma from Cinnabon filled the area.
Here’s the thing, I knew I could just go up to the counter,
order whatever I wanted, eaten it and moved on.
It was one meal anyway. It wasn’t the end of the world. Hello at least I had food to eat. Can we say “first world problems” anyone?
But, it was so much deeper than that for me. And it still is today.
I know that my life lacks discipline. I know that I am too easily enticed by things
that feel good, taste good, are easy, etc.
My flesh wants to surround itself by things that are easy and fun and
make me feel good and make me happy.
I, one hundred percent, believe that food and life and
everything else should be enjoyed! Of
course this is true! I know that God
wants us to rejoice in his creation and in this beautiful life that we get the
privilege of living. I am not arguing
that point at all.
But I do think that there is a fine line between filling our
lives only with things that make us feel good and learning that sometimes we
have to practice self-control, discipline, etc.
There will be red velvet cake again in my future. There will be pizza and pasta. I even plan on eating at what some would say
is the most disgusting fast food place on this earth, Taco Bell again. I don’t feel like God is asking me to give
all of those things up forever and always.
No, it isn’t about what I will never have.
It is actually about what I can have.
Discipline.
Self-control.
Power.
And even joy.
Finding joy in saying no sometimes.
And also finding joy in saying yes. Yes to things that are hard and scary and
seemingly impossible.
I don’t want to sit on the sidelines of my own life.
I don’t want to say
no just because I think I might fail.
I want to learn to
GET.BACK.UP!
This is so not easy.
It is so hard. And mostly I hate
every second of having to be around others enjoying food that I also love to
eat. I hate having to say no more often
than yes.
But I am going to keep going because it matters too much to
stop. I am not even talking about the
health repercussions of being overweight and unhealthy. I would keep going even taking that out of
the equation.
Because for the first time in my life, I want to find success at
something not because it was easy or because I was naturally gifted. I want to find the victory fighting every
step of the way. I want to find the beauty
in the fight and in the struggle.
Easy doesn’t make character.
Easy only makes the hard that much scarier.
Look around you. I
bet your life is filled with so many just sitting on the sidelines for fear of
what is going to happen if they actually get up and play.
God cannot use us on the sidelines. We are of no use as spectators.
God wants players.
This world needs players.
People willing to do things that are hard…that hurt…that require
sacrifice and/or discipline.
Don’t just take my word for it. Ask any famous athlete or musician or really
any “great.” Ask them if that win or that symphony or that moment would have
been as great if they were just sitting on the side. Sure maybe they were a part of the team or a
part of the group but without having participated, I am certain that the moment
of “victory” was greatly reduced for them.
The thrill can never be the same for the spectator as it is for the participant.
It just isn’t possible.
We weren’t meant to sit on the sidelines, folks.
I only have one life, and I, for one, refuse to spend it
watching.
[Side note: For any of you that do know a lot about exercising and eating right, if you could give me any advice as to why in the world I gained after working my butt off last week, I would greatly appreciate your help. I was not perfect everyday, but I know that I did not eat enough to warrant a weight gain...and I worked out 5 days last week. So like I said, if you could offer any tips and/or advice, that would be lovely.]