Weight loss eludes me! I did well for most of January, but I was derailed by a Girl Scout cookie. Well, the whole box of cookies. Is not getting back up after falling because of Valentine’s Day followed by my birthday acceptable behavior? No? I didn’t think so.
It is tragic how food/weight obsession destroys a person from the inside out, upside down and all around! It is also very misundersood because "normal" folks don't understand why we just don't "stop doing that." When we fail, we slide down that very wide channel that leads straight into The Pit, where hopelessness, despair, and discouragement claw at us like the demons they are.
I say “we” because I am not in this pit alone.
I don’t plan to stay here.
I hope no one else does, either.
The Pit is a cesspool of tormented thinking, where we tear ourselves down until we have absolutely no faith in ourselves and little faith in God. Those of us in the pit who have prayed and prayed diligently for relief, deliverance…freedom…feel ignored by God. I wish had concrete answers.
Oh, wait. I do.
I have to quit making it about the weight loss!
(I am certain I have had this conversation before.)
Yes, of course, I know it is about weight loss!
But the real culprit is the obsession.
Get rid of the food obsession, the weight loss will follow.
Too often, when trying to lose weight, we will trade one obsession for another. When we are consumed by every calorie/fat gram/carbohydrate that goes into our mouths, carefully following our new plan to the letter, we do not have freedom. What we have is temporary and limited success. And the bigger the success (the more weight loss) the harder the fall (regain). Then we beat ourselves down mercilessly, our weapons of choice are more food and more guilt, because what better way to remain in this vicious cycle but to feed it?
Some of you reading this really, truly understand what I am saying. You know the heartbreak of obesity, obsession, and addiction.You know what it’s like to trade a food obsession for a diet pill obsession (perhaps you think that’s the only way you can lose weight)
- Or alcohol.
- Or sex.
- Or spending 92% of our day planning what we can or cannot eat.
What I know is this: We will have to find something that we can live with for the rest of our lives. Can I go without sugar, fast food, bread, etc., for the rest of my life? Yes, truthfully, I suppose it is possible to live that way, but will I? I know can I work my way up to exercising two to three hours a day or walking 15 miles a week, but that is not doable for me for the rest of my life. (I hate exercise! I am willing to admit I do need some…but I recognize that extreme exercise will never work for me.) Better slow and steady with a few bumps than to get derailed completely because I ate a cheeseburger and fries.
Sugar? That’s another story. As I already mentioned…one Girl Scout cookie means the whole box, and if the truth be told, two boxes in as many days. Sugar addiction is real, my friends.
How can we get out of this vortex of self-loathing and binge eating?
How, indeed? We
are feel beaten and weary.
Weary, I tell ya!
But we cannot believe everything we feel because feelings lie.
Tomorrow is March 1. I am going to choose my obsession and stand my ground. It’s just one day. I can do all things with Christ giving me strength, and I only have to deal with One. Day. At. A. Time.
I will remind myself strongly that I am not worthless just because I don’t like how I look or feel.
…Or because of what others say or think, or what I think they think.
I will remember to not worry about tomorrow.
I will cut bitterness and unforgiveness loose, even toward myself.
I will recognize that I do not have to rely on myself, but remember that I can always rely on God.
I will read Psalm 51, out loud, and mean every word.
I will demand that this pit release its grip on me, and…
I will ask God to pull me from The Pit, fully believing that He will.
Believing is the important part.
I choose my obsession:
Here is a passage from my own Bible, a very good place to start:
As an afterthought:
The Pit is a real place, and it is a horrible place to be. It's where our identities are stolen and we believe the worst of the lies about ourselves. It's where we question God's goodness and love. It's where we drown in the mire of hopelessness. It's a dark place, and it's very easy to slip into and extremely hard to get out of...until you realize that God is listening and His hand is already stretched out. But when we are sinking in the quicksand, it's so much easier to believe His hand is not there, and that we are truly on our own. I know what I'm talking about...I know it all too excruciatingly well. The first step is making the decision to get out of the pit. I have to believe...it really is as simple as that...Faith as small as a mustard seed that God will meet me right where I am. To believe anything else would be one more lie. Jesus died to set me free, and who the Son has set free is free indeed. If I remain in the pit, it's my choice, and I choose to leave the pit behind me and the lies under my feet.
So I say it out loud...and type it here as a proclamation...
BY THE GRACE OF GOD, I AM COMING OUT OF THE PIT AND INTO LIFE!