Some of you may recall my old blog, Losing It For The Family. In that episode, I chased down my dream of losing weight, and I was a success. But as many may know, I also was a failure following my 100 pound loss and my first appearance in Onederland in my adult life. I can sit here and give explanations and excuses, but that would be pointless. I am where I am now and I have to deal with that rather than second guess or excuse my past screw ups.
So after much thought and regret about how I got back to where I am after not holding on to a true blessing, I finally came up with my answer. "If you are passionate about something, you find a way to do it, if you are not, you find and excuse not to." I did a lot of praying and asking God to give me His Wisdom and help me understand why I could not catch fire like I did in July of 2010 and just lose it again with the countenance to keep it off this time. As the Bible tells us in James, ask Him for wisdom, and he will provide. It occurred to me that losing weight is not my true passion anymore. I actually discovered my true passion while I was losing weight. It is being a runner. In all my teeth gnashing and self hate, the thing I come back to most is how much I miss running. I don't miss logging every calorie, I don't miss blogging about my mental state every day, I don't miss almost anything about that journey. I only miss being able to run.
So here is my new blog. It won't be about my food struggles, it won't be about my mental state. It will chronicle my new goals of first running a 5k, then a 10k and finally a half marathon. It is my intention that the weight loss will be a side effect of my passion for getting back in the running game.
Today, I went out and did my three laps around the block. I have been walking down the back stretch of my block, walking the two short sides and then running the stretch in front of my house lately. When I first started, my legs on the 2nd and 3rd laps were jelly when I would run. I literally felt like a 270 baby doddering along!! The good news is that I have been consistent enough in working out that my legs are starting to get strong again. Today, my legs were tired down the 3rd running stretch, but they were working just fine!! Progress baby!!
1 Corinthians 9:25-27---Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.
