Simplifying the health plan
When I talk about simplifying, that includes my health and exercise. A few years ago, I decided to get serious about the doctor’s lectures on losing weight. I followed recommended diets from healthcare providers, I’ve tried exercising. And guess what? None of it worked. I weigh more now than ever. During all this time, I’ve had friends tell me that I looked fine and didn’t need to lose weight. So who do you believe?
Earlier this fall, I had an epiphany about my weight. I was on a nasty diet (that didn’t work) and eating things that made me miserable. I laid it on the line with God, and told him that if this was how I had to live the rest of my life, then I didn’t want to. To which God responded by asking me if I could love my body, no matter what size it is.
I decided to take that challenge.
The other day, I got out of the shower and was doing my usual post-shower stuff, and I caught a glimpse of myself naked in the mirror. But instead of just passing by, I stopped. And really looked at myself, naked. And you know what? I’m not model gorgeous with a perfectly toned tummy. But I look pretty damn good. I’ve got curves and lumps and bumps and stretch marks and scars, but my husband thinks I’m still hot.
I can remember looking up at the mountains and being in absolute awe of how God shaped the rocks, dotting them with little things to make them unique and beautiful. He did the same thing with our bodies. He put birthmarks and little spots and perfect details that make me uniquely me. And I believe He declared it just as beautiful as we declare the mountains.
It is this lesson that I take with me in simplifying my health. Putting food in my body is going to have me asking the same questions I ask of spending my money. What need is this fulfilling?
Which leads to the tougher question of exercise. I hate it. I can’t stay motivated to do it. But I know I need to be more active. So instead of saying that I’m going to exercise more, I’m setting a goal to do something I’ve always wanted to do. I’ve always wanted to climb a mountain. My BFF and I have talked about doing it for years. This year, we’re going to do it. At our next tea date, we’re setting the date, and I’ll be spending the months leading up to it getting in shape. That to me has more power, motivation, and importance than just going to the gym to get exercise.
Right now, this all sounds a lot easier said than done. To be honest, that’s part of why I’m blogging about it. Because I hope that when I make disparaging comments about my appearance, one of my friends will smack me upside the head and remind me of what God showed me about my true beauty. I hope people will ask me about climbing the mountain and remind me that it’s not going to happen sitting on my butt every day.
My goal isn’t about being the perfect image of what the world thinks is attractive. I’m attractive to my husband, I’m attractive to my God, and moving forward, I simply want to take care of what I have, improve upon what I can, and in the end, accept myself for what I am.