The weigh in...

I wanted to really make a health change this year, so I joined a certain gym last month--the kinda gym where only ladies are allowed and their favorite color is purple. As soon as I joined, I was advised to cut out "white foods" (potatoes, white bread, whole milk...you get it) and things in boxes and bags. "If it doesn't have a mommy or daddy, it didn't come from the ground, and it doesn't spoil, DON'T EAT IT!", said the gym manager. I'm too scatter-brained to monitor myself like that, so the best I could do was increase my water and raw food intake. Plus, there's no way in the world I could ever give up rice!

About a month has passed since I've joined the gym. About 9 days of that time was spent at home with a dastardly flu-like illness, followed by a sinus infection. So when it was time to weigh in yesterday, I was very nervous to see the results. I thought for sure I'd be a bit heavier, especially with the bloating from my monthly "da kine." But to my surprise, I have lost 9 pounds!! I don't know if it was because I'm not dwelling on diet or if it was the flu, but I'm going to keep doing what I've been doing.

Besides having encouraging friends and an encouraging husband, one thing that has really given me encouragement is remembering that God hasn't called me to be perfect or successful. Instead, He's called me to be faithful, and He'll take care of the rest.

I feel good.

Starting the New Year Differently this Time Around...

Exercise. I joined a gym with a friend last week Monday. We go 5 days a week, rest on the weekends. I'm now able to fall asleep without completing an entire season of a canceled television series.

So far, I've been late to the gym every morning. I'm supposed meet my friend there at 6:30am, but I'm always there at 6:45am, and my friend has to stand around and wait for me to finish my circuit (I'm her ride home). On my way to the gym, I feel very angry and I feel like I want to eat a big a** meal. This morning, which was day 6 of exercise, I had a little anxiety episode and spent about 20 minutes in the bathroom. I did not want to go to the gym! So far, this is what I've come to realize:

1. I need to exercise.
2. I need to change my diet.
3. I'm pissed off that I have to exercise and change my diet.

But once I get to the gym and start moving, I feel good. I'm glad I'm not doing it alone, either. Lord, help me keep it up!