#FitnessFriday: Knowing My Whys

I saw a guy at Camp Gladiator in an “I Love Bacon” shirt. Now, that’s one way to remember your motivation! Since returning home from the work-out, I’ve been trying to figure out what would go on my motivation shirt. If I don’t know my “whys,” I’ll fizzle out sooner or later.

I’ll tell you one thing that’s NOT one of my whys quite yet. I am not working out because I like it. I have yet to find my “GLAD” in Gladiator. I doubt any 40-something woman with sedentary tendencies would suddenly get giddy over sweating and squats.

All the more reason to write down my whys. That way, when I’m tempted to skip work-outs or full-on quit, I can remind myself of why I should keep going.

So here are my whys in no particular order of importance.

  • To get out of the “lots-to-love” department at clothing stores.
  • To be rid of arm jiggles jelly belly, and extra chins.
  • To say goodbye to lower back pain and knee crackles.
  • To become more adventurous and courageous.
  • To improve my balance and flexibility.
  • To increase my stamina and focus.
  • To convince myself that I can do hard things and follow through with my commitments.
  • To invest in myself because I’m worth the trouble.
  • To look amazing for my book tour (I’m dreaming big!)
  • To feel more confident in new situations.
  • To be able to raid my mother’s closet.
  • To hear my sons say, “Lookin’ good, Momma!”
  • To be able to eat cookie cake every once in a while without getting fat.
  • To see in my mirror the girl I picture in my head.
  • To be ready to play and play hard when my grandbabies start arriving (many, many years from now).
  • To have the strength, health and energy to say “yes” to anything God scrawls on my life’s agenda.

I want to like exercise. I want to learn to love the sweat, the sore muscles, the burning lungs, the pushing myself just a little bit further than the last time. But until I get there, I’ll lean on my list of whys.

Lord, 

Thank you for helping me get off to a strong start with my fitness goals. In less than two weeks, I’ve drastically cut down on my can’ts, and I’ve come up with a strong list of whys. Help me to keep going, and, Lord, can you help me learn to love it?

In Jesus’s name I pray, 

AMEN

What are your whys for doing the hard things you haven’t quite learned to love?

 

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F.I.T. for His Service

On Tuesday, I signed up for Camp Gladiator, a fitness program my super-fit niece attends. She’s been talking about it for months, and I’ve been watching her transformation with keen interest. My girl looks good, y’all. And she has a confidence in her eyes that’s new.

When I arrived in Louisiana in December, I was looking and feeling better than I have in years. I was just a pound or two away from dropping below 200 pounds. I was one size away from being out of the plus-size department. My weightloss came from three things: I quit drinking alcohol, I ate better, and I started exercising.

As I drove from Arizona to Louisiana, a friend who’d been a big encouragement in my fitness goals, texted me some powerful advice I vowed to live by.

Don’t let people love you into mediocrity. And don’t get comfortable.

While I started off strong, months and months of unemployment and an overwhelming desire to hide got the best of me. Long story short, I’ve put on 15 pounds since December. I feel cruddy from bad eating and very little exercise. (Still alcohol-free! I’ve got that going for me at least.)

Well, here’s the skinny—no pun indended. I’m not re-buying my fat clothes, and I’m not going to keep feeling cruddy.

Thus, I’m the new girl at Camp Gladiator. After my first workout on Tuesday, I woke up Wednesday so sore I couldn’t stand up without at least two minutes to work up the courage. And then there was sitting down. And bending down to get dressed. Have mercy! Put it this way, it’s a good thing I signed up for the program after the first workout. If I had waited ’til the next visit, there may not have been one.

Thursday morning, I woke up still sore but much more mobile. I made it to my second workout on-time and walking like a normal person. It felt good to see my coach grin when I walked through the door. He says it’s my job to show up and his job to help me reach my goals. I will show up, and I’ll do the work.

Because I am more successful with outside accountability and because I know God will teach me tons through this journey, I plan to post #fitnessfriday posts here on, wait for it, Fridays!

I don’t think God cares if we have washboard abs or bulging muscles. I don’t think He cares what size clothes we wear or how fast we can run. But I do know He cares about us being fit for His service. If I’m exhausted, sluggish and depressed, I can’t serve Him to the fullest. He deserves my fullest. And you know what? I deserve my fullest.

I know my own track record. If I think about it much, I’ll end up breaking my own record for quitting, so I’m going to replace those defeating thoughts with deliberate prayer. No better time to start than right now.

Lord, 

With sore muscles and a hopeful heart, I come to You to ask for some help. You know how broken-down I’ve been lately. You’ve heard my whines and woes. I know You want to help me, but first, you expect me to be obedient and wise in the way I live my life. I’ve been filling my body with junk and wasting away on the couch. I’ve taken too many backward steps in my life. My sore legs are a sign I’m back moving forward. Thank you for the strength to start. Help me continue, so I can be F.I.T. for Your service.

Fill me with strength to push myself.

Yes, my muscles are weak, but my mind is weaker. I need Your strength to tell myself “NO” when I want to let myself off the hook. I need Your strength to eat clean when my untrustworthy emotions try to convince me cheese enchiladas are the answer to my troubles. I need Your strength to love myself enough to take care of myself.

I can pray this in confidence because you promise to give “power to the weak, and to those who have no might [You increase] strength” (Isaiah 40:29 NKJV).

Infuse me with wisdom for a balanced life.

One thing I’ve learned in my topsy-turvy life: even good things can become idols. The last thing I need in my life is more things competing for my devotion. Only You, Lord. As I’m establishing new fitness and wellness habits, help me keep spiritual fitness my number one aim. I don’t want to spend more time on my grocery list than I do on my prayer list. I don’t want to spend more time reading fitness tips than I do reading Your Word. I don’t want to spend more time exercising my body than I do exercising my spirit. “For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come” (1 Timothy 4:8 NIV). Give me wisdom on how to live a balanced life.

I can pray this in confidence because You promise,  “If [I lack] wisdom, [I] should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to [me]” (James 1:5 NIV).

Take me places I’ve never been before.

Lord, I feel like You have so much to show me and so many ways You want to use me for Your glory, but You can’t because I’m not ready. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to be ready. Ready to learn all You want to teach me. Ready to go anywhere You want to send me. Ready to live out Your best for me rather than the limpy, lethargic life I’ve been living. Make me ready, Lord, for the adventure You’ve dreamed up for me.

I can pray this in confidence because You promise, “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined the things that God has prepared for those who love him” (1 Corinthians 2:9 GW). 

Thank you, Lord, for being everything I need. Thank you for filling me with strength, wisdom, and anticipation for the future You have for me as I become more fit for Your service.

In the name of Jesus, the One who died so my spirit could be free (and fit), AMEN

I hope you’ll join me here each Friday for my #fitnessfriday posts.  This journey will, no doubt, keep me praying without ceasing! If you haven’t subscribed to the blog yet, slip over to the right of the screen and enter your email address. 

 

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