Weeks of discouragement ending in Shock
Sorry guys for not posting here lately. The truth is, I went through three weeks of discouragement. I know, I should have come here to get advice but I was indeed in a depressive mood.
For the past three weeks my weight wasn't going anywhere. I continued to stay around 317 pounds. Yes, I lost my will power. I also lost some of that attitude that kept me going through this journey. I began to eat sweets again. Infact, this week I have eaten terribly. I began thinking over my life and getting depressed because my mind was telling me that I wasn't going to lose this weight. I was being lied to by my own mind and I listened to it. And so I started listening to my flesh and eating what it wanted not what I wanted. I began to think that my old self was returning.
But just a few days ago, something happened to me. I ignored those ignorant thoughts and said to myself "Christina, you have a choice, live the way you want to, or live the way your flesh wants to." I wanted to live a happy healthy life, but my flesh wanted the complete opposite. I had to completely change my way of thinking.
And so, I went to the very source of my existence. God. I asked Him to do the "heavylifting" on my journey. To help me when all seems to be failing. And I believe that indeed God has done that for me. He showed me that He wants me to be healthy and happy, and that He will help me if I continue to do my part.
For the last few days I have gotten back on track with my diet. Infact, it's only been three days since I've been back on track. I have been eating the way I'm supposed to.
This morning I woke up and started my regular routine then I remembered that today was my weigh-in day. I thought to myself "sigh, well, I know my weight hasn't gone anywhere because I haven't eaten right for the past week, but what the heck lets go check anyway." So, I went back to my bedroom, turned on the light, got the scale out and set it on the floor. "Well, here goes." With bare feet I stepped on the scale and looked down. I squinted my eyes. "Umm... wait a minute, let me try this again." I stepped off the scale for just a minute and stood back on it. "This can't be right." I stepped off the scale, picked it up and tapped the face of it. "It must be broken." I set it back on the floor and once again stepped back on the scale. "My eyes must be playing tricks on me. The arrow was on 317 but now it's on 309! Am I counting wrong?" I bent down and counted the little lines. "oh my goodness it is right. I lost eight pounds!"
Yes, that was the shock that ended a horrible week. I indeed lost eight pounds in just a few days. Could it have been God doing the "heavylifting"? Or was it just a Coincidence? I'll let you decide.
Christina
Last edited by butterfly_dreams; 09-24-2006 at 06:33 PM.
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) when you were struggling. Keep it up! Great post!
