You wouldn’t be the first.
When I first started to get active physically, I had to basically force myself. Ride the exercise bike. Walk around the pasture a few times. Etc. Since the scale at Weight Watchers wouldn’t budge (not in a downward direction, that is), no matter how much I moved, this really required some grit–every ounce of Lael I have in me. I’m a checklist kind of person, as some of you know from previous blogs; if I follow the darned instructions, dammit, I expect to see some results! In general, the whole experience has been about trust and acceptance, with little visible reward. (Except that I have lost and kept off 52 pounds for almost two years now–mustn’t forget that).
Although I’m stronger and firmer these days, I still don’t have the proverbial washboard abs, not that I actually expect that, at my age–66. The real change is more mental than physical; I now LOVE to ride my bike, walk when it’s not too hot and smoky out, park at a distance when I go to the store so I can get in those extra steps. I faithfully strap on an electronic belt every morning, and wear it for 30 minutes–and while I can forget the washboards, I’ve developed a much stronger core. (This is the lazy woman’s version of doing crunches. That, my friends, ain’t ever gonna happen.) And, as of yesterday, I have a little elliptical machine under my desk, so I can pedal when I stop to think, which is often. Besides any health benefits this may achieve, I find this helps enormously with my ADD.
An update on the audiobook I mentioned yesterday, “Wake Me Up”, by Lyn Ragan. It’s a heartrending story, and I’m 9 chapters in. I will definitely be finishing this one.
Tomorrow is Weight Watchers day. I’ll check in with you on Thursday, if not tomorrow.
Know that you are safe in the Heart of God, every moment of every day, no matter what your circumstances. Nothing you’ve ever thought, said or done can seperate you from His Love. If you don’t believe me, just ask Him.