So...I suppose it's time for an update on "The Plan". Way back when, in say around October, I was perusing Facebook and noticed someone I know who put as their status update, "...started 8 Minutes in the Morning today." Never having heard of 8 Minutes in the Morning, and immediately intrigued, I googled it right away and found a book by Jorge Cruise which outlined a plan for losing weight that included a simple eating formula (1/2 plate veggies, 1/4 plate protein, 1/4 plate complex carbs, little splash of fat). It also claimed that eight minutes of exercise in the morning was all it takes to jump start the metabolism. And, oh yes, the 40 gallons of water a day rule. I concluded, in the two minutes it took me to scan the program that THIS was the plan for me.
And alas, The Plan was born.
I figured that if I put myself out there and chronicled this process on my blog that I would be more inclined to stick with it. The accountability factor. I admitted up front that I have an extremely short attention span when it comes to this kind of thing, but that I was determined to stick with it this time. Well, let me tell you, kick starting a 53 year old metabolism is not all that easy. And while I was tortuously faithful for almost three months, I lost a grand total of seven pounds. And I was very discouraged. And then Christmas rolled around. And then at least 50 middle schoolers brought me treats before the break began. And then Girlfriend came home and the cookie baking ensued. And you know the rest of the story.
Somewhere around Christmas, I had a long talk with myself and couldn't believe I had fallen into the same trap all over again - thinking that some new approach was going to be my diet salvation. And that the weight was going to just fall off. I'm sorry, when you're 53, it just doesn't work that way. Unless your name is Oprah and you have a personal chef, a personal trainer, a personal physician and a whole lot of money. And even SHE struggles to keep it off. I went back over (again) all the things I know to be true: that my body belongs to God, that in fact, it is His home, the "tabernacle of the Holy Spirit." I know that to allow my weight to be out of control is to dishonor God and to disrespect myself. I know all the right answers, but somehow, I fall into the same traps and make the same mistakes over and over again. It is downright discouraging.
So I decided to take a step back from The Plan and just be committed to prayer about the whole thing and see where it takes me.
I'd like to report that I have it all figured out and that after all these years of three-steps-forward-two-steps-back I have finally seen the light and that all this time I have just been making something easy into something hard but now I know where I missed the boat, have made course corrections and am on my way to svelte.
Except for the fact that would be a lie.
I've decided this is a journey.
My issues with food and self-discipline and the "need" to be in control are all intertwined and from my conversations with other women, I am not alone. As I process these issues, I'll be recording it here, in hopes that someone else who struggles like I do might find some help.
Stay tuned...
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