My weight-loss success was short-lived. I had a gain this week, and it's no mystery why. I ate an enormous amount of M&Ms (bought for Photobaby's upcoming birthday party). And, okay, I ate two delicious cake donuts for breakfast on Friday. But mainly, it was the M&Ms. Evil candy-coated pieces of chocolate, they are.[Turns out, I’m not the only one to believe M&Ms are evil. Check this out. Or this one. Or this one here.]
All joking aside, I really am down about this. I have been trying to lose weight for longer than I haven’t. I can remember trying to diet and exercise when I was 14! Yet, I’ve never really gained control over this struggle. Sure, I was thinner back then, but I wasn’t healthy. And now, I’m neither thin nor healthy!
You’d think I would be motivated. First of all, my health was seriously endangered last year at the end of my pregnancy. And even though the doctor said it wasn’t my fault, she also said being at a healthy weight and eating right could possibly prevent it from happening again, should we have another baby in the future. This should be big motivation, right?
Plus, I’ve passed every limit I set on myself, from “I’ll never have back fat” to “I’ll never shop at Lane Bryant” to “I’ll never weigh more than 200 lbs. again!” Each time, I prove myself wrong. I prove that no, I can’t do this. I can’t make the right choice, do the right thing, be a better person.
And how can I expect to conquer this problem? I mean, even Paul said, “I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.” And if Paul had trouble, well, this mere mortal is doomed. Doomed!
Then again, maybe it’s not futile. (And perhaps I get a bit emotional and dramatic about this topic.) After all, Paul also said, “I can do everything through him who gives me strength.” And not to mention this: “I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”
So if Paul didn’t give up, I guess I shouldn’t either. Even if I gained half a pound. It’s a new week, and I’m back on the point-counting wagon. I know Weight Watchers is a good program that works. And I remember that I am capable of following the program and losing weight. And I’m praying that this week is the one where I start moving forward. Pressing on toward the goal. Again.
