Reading these words led me to play a little game of “What if?”
What if I hadn’t weighed myself in January 2008?
What if I hadn’t decided I was going to lose weight?
What if I had decided I was going to lose weight but then made no plan to actually do it?
What if I kept on eating and eating myself into oblivion?
What if I never became a runner?
What if I never knew what it felt like to finally reach ONEderland?
What if I never felt the thrill of losing 90 pounds?
What if I had never begun at all?
Those are some pretty weighty questions (excuse the terrible pun)! I think if I had not gotten a wakeup call in January 2008, it is very possible that I would weigh over 300 pounds right now. Think about it: I weighed 261 pounds on January 21, 2008, and that was UP at least 30 pounds from when I get married not even the year before! Who knows how much I would weigh right now if I kept gaining at that rate. It’s a scary thought, and I am so thankful that I listened to that prompting in my heart (which I know was from the Lord) and did something about my weight problem.
I have found it very helpful to play this game of what if lately. With the exception of the past two weeks, my weight loss after Charlotte’s birth was virtually non-existent, and I have been very open about the desire to quit that I have felt more than once. What keeps me from quitting–what keeps me trying day after day, even when I’ve messed up–is looking at how far I’ve come. I can’t quit when I’ve already invested so many days of sweat and tears. I can’t quit when I’ve already overcome so much.
This I know for sure: I don’t want to look back a year from now and wish I had done something about my weight. I am doing something. Are you?