You know, they always talk about falling off the wagon...I had not ___ for months then i fell of the wagon and it so hard to get back up! We it happened, i fell off the wagon. I quit trying. I didn't care. I wasn't losing, litterally in three weeks of non stop exercising and dieting i lost...wait for it....1/2 a pound....I get so easily frustrated that i thought you know what...i'm done, just destined to be fat for life.
You know falling off the wagon is easy. I'm reminded of this huge truck that we all road around in in Cambodia when we were over there. It reminded me of an old military truck or those trucks you see in WWII movies that are carrying the Jews away to concentration camps. We were all shoved in the back with all of our equipment. It was the coolest truck ever...no really the wind blew through and for being in such a hot country it was the perfect transportation. No need for air conditioning. It was nice and breezy just cramped. But it always got us where we were going. Let me tell ya though, getting out of that truck was so easy. There were so many ways to do it. One you could jump, you could sit and slide out, you could roll out if you were adventurous and didn't care how you landed. It was pretty high up. The floorboard came to my chest! Getting out wasn't the hard part! "Falling of the wagon" was actually quite easy and often welcomed after being cooped up with 20+ other people in the back of that thing....no it wasn't the falling off it was the getting in....HOLY MOSES...Getting into that thing was nuts. Often the boys would jump up in and help us girls get in there. Sometimes we would use a step stool which made it easier. Sometimes we could get one leg up and pull ourselves up. Sometimes we would use the bar on the side and pry ourselves up in to the back of the truck. Never once did any one of us just run and jump right in. Never once did we just stand and look at the back of the truck and say "you will submit to me and i will enter you when you lower." although many times i wish i could have. Nope! It took WORK and we knew after prying our self back into that truck we would be cooped up for 15-45 minutes depending on where we were headed...but that truck ALWAYS got us to where we were going and you know what...when we would get there we would have opportunity to share God's love and his heart, often times to people who had never heard before. the uncomfortableness of the "wagon" was WELL worth what we got to see God do at all of those places we landed. We could have sat on the ground looking up at that truck everyday and say you know what...i don't have the energy to try today, i'll try again tomorrow, but we would have missed out on what God did in each of the people we ran into on a daily basis. But we didn't we chose each one of us to struggle into that truck in our own ways. and we stayed in that truck till we got what we needed.
I'm choosing this week to jump back in that wagon. I'm not doing it alone, i've enlisted help. Sometimes thats needed when its so high. And this time i feel like its high, but i'm excited. Because i know on the other side of this wagon...when the trials of losing weight come to an end and my destination has been reached i will be able to do so much for so many, family, friends, kids, God! I'm excited! And thankful for the help that i'm getting, thankful for those around willing to get me through!
So I climbed back in...Ready to sit back in the "uncomfortableness" of weight loss and ready to prayerfully reach my destination!
Goal ONE: 15/4
