It all started in January 2014 when I couldn't shake off the 10lbs that visited me over the holidays. Whether they arrived from hormonal changes from weaning my child, or because I was approaching a new decade, or just because of my choice of delectable delights, they arrived unannounced. They were determined to become a permanent guest in my house, and I was determined to be free. I literally declared war on my body. It was a battle that started out slowly and built into a full blown war. I was determined to win, and victory was nearing.
Daily of checking in at the scales, and upholding to diet of victors, and working out 6 days a week (from workouts from 10 to 45 minutes) within a good 2 months, I was on top of my game. My body had transformed, the weight was no were to be seen, and I was a free woman again.
I shook my head at that scripture again; it really can't mean that: "look at me now".
Well, just for security, I continued to intensify my training and by now means was I going to allow these guest to indulge like they had done before. Then it happened. I'd been ambushed from within.
I don't know when or how it happened: PAIN.
Pain that kept getting worse and worse and by mid August I was sitting in Urgent Care for help. They started by weighing me, those dreaded numbers, the: 10lbs were back. "ALL FOR 10 LBS", I thought to my self, "for 10lbs." I had spent the last 8 months promising, waring, fighting, to keep the 10 lbs off and within just a few weeks of being in crazy pain the 10 lbs crept their way in.
I Timothy 4:8 "For bodily exercise profits a little, but godliness is profitable for all things, having promise of the life that now is and of that which is to come."
I guess bodily exercise does profit a little, I used to think it was way more a lot than that. Now, I am thinking I better have different way of attack, and one that won't send me to Urgent Care.