Today I met with my trainer for her to take my official measurements. I was a little nervous, afraid that there wouldn’t be much of difference between then and now. As I shared this with her she said that the reason that people worry in this situation is because they see themselves every day in the mirror, but can’t see the difference that the numbers reveal.
Before we even started taking my measurements she told me she was proud of me. And the numbers revealed to even me that I had made progress.
I am excited to share with you the results of my running, Insanity, weights, and counting calories, but I know for sure that there is no way I would have stuck to all of those things had I not read Lysa Terkurst’s book Made to Crave.
I read that at my lowest point emotionally and it really gave me exactly what I needed to get started on this journey. It gave me:
- permission to be disappointed with where I was;
- mercy for the days I messed up;
- a new way to look at each choice I made regarding food and exercise; and above all…
- the realization that food and exercise were spiritual aspects of my life, not just physical.
I had always separated that part of my life from my spiritual life. I needed to see my exercise as obedience to the Lord, treating my body as the temple that it is. I needed to see that food is not evil and that occasional treats are just fine, but using treats as a way to comfort myself emotionally is unhealthy.
I am excited about this journey because, for the first time in my life, I think I’m going to stick with it. One of my earliest fears when I started seeing success is that I’d get to where I want to be and quit exercising or watching what I eat. (That had been my pattern in the past. Actually, I’d lose 10-15 pounds and then give up. I needed to lose quite a bit more than 15 pounds…)
I don’t think that’s going to happen this time and the proof is that I’ve been able to maintain my weight throughout a 17 day trip to Italy, a 3 day trip to Spain, and Thanksgiving. I haven’t gained anything at all over the past month, and it has been a very “off” month, with vacations, movers, my birthday, and my favorite holiday. I ran while in Italy and I even did an hour long Insanity DVD on Thanksgiving, pausing only to baste the turkey every 30 minutes.
My heart is happy, my body is healthier. I do have a goal to lose another ten pounds, so that my new size will fit no matter what I try on. Right now, some size 8s fit but not all. I want to be what I call a “solid size 8” and I believe that the next ten pounds will get me there. I wanted to have that gone by the time I left Germany but I don’t see that happening. I think a reasonable goal is to maintain my current weight, eat healthfully, and exercise regularly throughout the next month-and-a-half until we get into our new house. THEN I will try to work off these last ten pounds.
So, my results:
I’ve lost 34 pounds (though that number fluctuates daily… at my lowest point, which I reached last week after a really long run, gave me a total of 38 pounds lost… the 34 is what my trainer got today on the scales we’ve used… I’m not too concerned about it going back and forth within a few pounds, and the number today was exactly what it was the day I left for Italy.)
I’ve lost 46 inches.
I’ve dropped 8 jeans sizes.
My BMI dropped 6 points and my Body fat dropped 9 percent.
None of this was done in my own strength, I can absolutely assure you. I give full credit to the Lord giving me the strength and I probably quoted Philippians 4:13 a thousand times: “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”
I share my results with you for two reasons: 1. So that you will be motivated if you are in the same boat I was in six months ago, and 2. because I fully believe that when we have worked hard at something, there is nothing wrong with sharing the fruits of our labor.
Our English language is lacking in some areas and one, in particular. We use the word “pride” to mean a bad thing and a good thing:
“Proud ” can mean we’re self-centered and consider ourselves better than someone else. On the other hand, “proud” can mean that we feel good about what we’ve accomplished. We tell our children when they’ve done well on a drawing or Lego creation that they should be proud of the hard work they put in. Why, once we become adults, do we no longer think we’re allowed to be proud of our hard work?
So, I share my results because I’m proud of the hard work I put in, the hours I spent sweating, and the difference I’ve made in my overall health. I’m not proud in the sense that I think I’m any better than anyone else…. I do hope you understand my heart on this.
So, with that said, here’s the new me: