So yesterday I went for my weekly weigh in with my nutritionist. I approach this time with her each week with mixed feelings.
If her scale is kind it makes me want to throw my arms around her and call her my BFF.
If her scale is cranky it makes me want to throw my hands on my hips in protest and tell her how unfair it is that I have to stand on that scale fully clothed. Not that the alternative is really an option, I'm just saying. Those clothes weigh something. And I don't want that something making my numbers go up.
When I weigh at home I don't even wear a ponytail holder. Not kidding.
So.
Her scale was cranky this week. And I didn't even have one lick of the redneck surprise. (If this statement confuses you- see yesterday's post.) Not one lick.
How fair is that?
I was lamenting with the ever wise Holly through text messages and this is what was said after I whined and complained to her:
And so goes another day in the life of this healthy eating pursuit. I guess my next spiritual challenge is to be more motivated by the reality I'm doing the right thing rather than seeing the right thing on the scale.
What a great spiritual lesson for more than just healthy eating.
It's easy to do the right things when we see immediate results. But sometimes I think it pleases God more for his girls to do the right thing even when the results are not so immediate.
Holly is right. My focus has got to be on eating healthy as an act of worship to God not the numbers on the scale.
"You have filled my heart with greater joy than when their new grain and new wine and redneck surprise abound." Psalm 4:7
I got special permission to add that last part in.
If her scale is kind it makes me want to throw my arms around her and call her my BFF.
If her scale is cranky it makes me want to throw my hands on my hips in protest and tell her how unfair it is that I have to stand on that scale fully clothed. Not that the alternative is really an option, I'm just saying. Those clothes weigh something. And I don't want that something making my numbers go up.
When I weigh at home I don't even wear a ponytail holder. Not kidding.
So.
Her scale was cranky this week. And I didn't even have one lick of the redneck surprise. (If this statement confuses you- see yesterday's post.) Not one lick.
How fair is that?
I was lamenting with the ever wise Holly through text messages and this is what was said after I whined and complained to her:
Holly: What matters most is that you are being obedient and using discipline as a means of worship to Him... the numbers will fall as they may.
Lysa: Yes but I like it much better when the numbers fall on the downward side.
Holly: They will fall trust me.
Lysa: I know but it sure does make my worship more joyful when I know I am doing the diet correctly and I'm actually losing weight. It's a bummer to be stuck for 2 weeks. (and I didn't even eat any of that stinking redneck surprise--- I didn't type that but I sure was thinking it.)
Holly: You ARE doing it correctly... you know that. It takes perseverance. We wouldn't want it to be easy would we? Be rare.
Lysa: (no comment... I couldn't rub my toes that just got stepped on in a good way and type at the same time.)
Holly: and remember the worship is about HIM, not you. THAT will make you joyful.
Lysa: You are so right- thanks for the reminder. I'm still happy when I see the numbers go down though. That's rare too!
And so goes another day in the life of this healthy eating pursuit. I guess my next spiritual challenge is to be more motivated by the reality I'm doing the right thing rather than seeing the right thing on the scale.
What a great spiritual lesson for more than just healthy eating.
It's easy to do the right things when we see immediate results. But sometimes I think it pleases God more for his girls to do the right thing even when the results are not so immediate.
Holly is right. My focus has got to be on eating healthy as an act of worship to God not the numbers on the scale.
"You have filled my heart with greater joy than when their new grain and new wine and redneck surprise abound." Psalm 4:7
I got special permission to add that last part in.
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