Hi sweet friends.
How I wish I could tell you that I’m all better.
I am not.
I still have a horrible case of the flu. High fever, chills, aches, coughing crud.
My 16 year old took me to the doctor this afternoon. He put me on tamaflu.
Now it appears I am having a reaction to the medication.
Prayers are appreciated as I’m scheduled to fly to Charlotte, NC Sunday to appear on the final Made To Crave webcast.
The same webcast that hosted the beautiful & talented Mandisa last night.
As I sat shivering on my couch, sipping hot tea and watching her appearance, I nearly fell over when she began to talk about the section in Made to Crave where Lysa reprinted a post from this blog.
Seriously. I was a bawling mess.
So, since I feel totally crappy and am waiting for the doctor to call back to tell me what to do next, I figured I’d rerun the post that Mandisa said she could so relate to.
Please forgive me for being lazy.
I just want to sleep.
So, I’ll have to settle for a little rerun.
Hopefully, I’ll be back Friday. I’ll have a Proverbs 31 Encouragement for Today devotion running and a giveaway to boot!
Meanwhile, here is the post Mandisa mentioned. See you Friday!
I was very hopeful as I hopped on the scale this morning. I kept track of my food, exercised 5 days at the gym for 30-45 minutes and my jeans were zipping up much easier than expected. So I whipped the scale out of its locked down location (I’ll post someday about my need to do this since hopping on the scale more than once a week proves often to be detrimental to me)
It said I lost …. 1.8 pounds.
A measly 1.8 pounds!
I was sure it would say at least 2 or maybe even 3.
I felt gypped.
And I felt like running to the kitchen to make a frozen waffle or two, slather it with real butter, spread it with some Peter Pan and douse it with a load of pure maple syrup to drown my sorrows.
Then I stopped and remembered what I felt the Lord wanted me to say to you this week.
Define your week by obedience, not by a number on the scale.
The scale does help measure our progress, but it can’t tell us everything.
It can’t tell us if the problem was too much salt of late that is making us retain a pound or two of water that might not otherwise show up.
It can’t tell us if we actually lost a pound of fat but gained more muscle from weight training that wouldn’t show up as a total loss on the scale.
And, (in my case this week) it can’t tell us what time of the month it is and then give us automatic credit for the extra two pounds or so that glorious few days brings to us.
So I had to stop.
I had to ask myself the following questions:
- Did I overeat this week on any day? No.
- Did I move more and exercise regularly? Yes.
- Do I feel lighter than I did at this time last Wednesday? Yes
- Did I eat in secret our out of anger or frustration? No.
- Did I feel that, at any time, I ran to food instead of to God? Nope.
- BEFORE I HOPPED ON THE SCALE….did I think I’d had a successful, God-pleasing week? Yep!
So, why oh why do I get so tied up in a stupid number!!!!!! And why did I almost let it trip me up and send me to the kitchen for a 750 calorie binge? (Don’t worry. I had a yogurt and tea instead.)
Sweet bloggy friends, we need to define ourselves by our obedience, not a number on the scale.
Now, how did you do this week? Leave your thoughts and how many pounds you lost (or perhaps gained) if you’d like, but you certainly don’t have to.
I am more interested to see what changed for you? Your thought patterns? Habits? Feelings of hope?
Hop on and leave a comment. Hop on again to encourage someone else who left a comment.
We are all in this thing together.
And we WILL get the weight off, even if it is 1.8 pounds at a time!