I really was OK with getting on the scale while everyone was there. It has been a while since I have weighted in. I guess I anticipated I made more progress. After he talked about some of the things a personal trainer can offer to increase my progress; I weighed in. I was disappointed in my self. It has been a while since I was weighed and there was only a one pound loss (yeah, I typed that out because it is less than ten ). I sat and listened to his entire pitch of the science of weight loss and importance of proper nutrients. In the end, I didn't want a personal trainer because I couldn't afford one in the first place.
Once that was all squared away, I had time to think. I would say I had time to process the information and the numbers he had provided. (Or it is more likely, this is where the enemy took the opportunity to move in) It was actually me over analyzing, like I do. The numbers said: The journey seems overwhelming. It feels as though my goal is so far away. I lost focus. ( I took my eyes off my Savior) I started thinking to my self "All, this time, and my progress has only been one pound. Why am I doing this? I have been doing this for almost a year and this is the type of progress I am having?" I was utterly disappointed with myself.
When I left, there was song playing on the radio. I couldn't hold it together anymore, I broke down and cried. The song was "More beautiful You" by Johnny Diaz. I am beyond frustrated with my weight. I think I cried because I felt the song was God's way of saying : Don't give up; I am right here.
No matter what the numbers say, I know I will always have my Savior to pull me through when I'm having "One of those Days".
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