I can do all things through Him who gives me strength.
Philippians 4:13 NIV
In an effort to experience freedom to its fullest, I’m going to bare my soul and expose the weakest area in my life–my weight and lack of regular exercise. I’m disciplined in many ways, except when it comes to getting up and moving.
When I married Hubby over twenty years ago, I weighed in at a hot little 125 lbs. I can’t even blame my weight gain on having two C-sections because I lost the weight after having both boys.
My struggle with my weight began about the same time I was diagnosed with endometriosis, which lead to a total hysterectomy at the age of 35. A few years later, I was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis, which lead to the removal of 1/2 of my thyroid. Basically my thyroid attacks my immune system and my endocrine system is out of whack (does anyone ever say things are in whack?). Talk about a double whammy.
It’s so easy to use those two past illnesses as excuses, but those excuses have caused the number on the scale to increase and for guilt to creep in.
A few months ago, I had my annual check-up to monitor my thyroid, and my doctor expressed concern about my rising cholesterol numbers, especially with heart disease running in my family. Having my hormone and thyroid levels messed up caused the number to climb at an alarming rate.
When I shared my diet with her, she said I was eating the right things–fat free milk, whole grain bread, Cheerios, Grape Nuts or oatmeal for breakfast, fruits and veggies, chicken, red meat 1-2 times a week–so I didn’t really have to make dietary changes except to monitor snacking.
But then she told me something that broke the chains of internal guilt that shackled me for years. She said, “I don’t care about the number on the scale as long as you’re working out five days a week for 30 minutes a day.”
What? She didn’t care about my weight? How can that be? Aren’t we defined by that number on the scale?
What was that?
Our self-worth is NOT defined by the number on that scale. It’s just a number. In fact, muscle weighs more than fat, so a toned person could weigh more than a flabby person.
But movement is essential.
Eating a well-balanced diet with treats in moderation and exercising at least five days a week will cause weight loss at a natural pace. And it will stay off when done properly.
My biggest problem with exercise is my lack of energy once my day job ends. I lack the drive to get on my treadmill and walk for 30 minutes. Sweating…ugh.
But I also hated seeing my mom in recovery after her double by-pass surgery in August 2011, especially when we almost lost her that same weekend. I don’t want my boys to experience the same thing in 20 years.
Instead of making excuses, I’m forcing myself to be accountable to my readers (all five of you!) by using Fridays as Fitness Fridays. I’m asking you to hold me accountable if I don’t log at least five days of workouts on Fridays for the past week. Striving for a healthy heart is such an important goal, and I’m worth it.
What is your biggest fitness struggle? What is your fitness routine? What are your fitness goals for 2013? How do you stay accountable?