Monday, November 26, 2007
Thanksgiving morning I awoke, went for my run, cleaned my home, made rolls, broccoli salad, and Jello. Getting ready for my shower, I stepped on the scale, showered and basked in the glow of being exactly 135 on the scale. I was cocky I think.
Thanksgiving Armageddon, the day after. 137.5. two and a half pounds gained in one day. Holy smoke. My lovely sister Carrot Jello did a thanksgiving to make Martha blush. Everything was so good, and we kept being plied with treats, who can resist toffee peanuts? Not only that, I couldn't stop eating pumpkin pie because "The Biggest Looser" said it had the least calories compared to other pies. I ate enough to make the other pies seem healthy.
Reeling I laid on my bed, not at the fact I was 137.5, I have seen that number many times before. Just that I hopped up there so quickly. Lost in a sea of guilt, pity and grief I wailed a confession to my husband. "It's over, next thing you know I will hit 200. I hope you enjoyed me while you could, time to buy the fat wardrobe again."
It was then he pulled out the graph. I have talked about it before. My engineer oriented husband (they think differently than most.) Had graphed out my weight loss, showing a consistent loss even though the descent jumped up, down and plateaued at times. He rested his case, and I relaxed.
The point is, I come short of perfection. I am helpless left alone both in dieting and life. On my own I am nothing but a human garbage disposal. I love to eat and it shows. When I team up with the Lord, and get back on the trail he leads me on I am safe. I strayed, I let go of the iron rod, but just like the prodigal son I am welcomed back.
"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden and I will give you rest, Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light." (Matt 11:28)