After hopping on and off the scale 73 times this morning, I finally decided it may actually be emotionally unstable. It gave me three different weights, concurrently in decreasing order. At least, I reasoned with myself, it decreased.
The small victory is in this, initially when I stood on the scale, the number it gave was identical to yesterday and the day before. I could have had a small fit, something like I usually do, which is when I face the smallest of disappointments my insides fall apart, and I start to hate on everything. Oh no the dreaded plateau, and you've done it to yourself! But, instead, I thought to myself, God, I am going to keep going and I am going to trust you. I didn't have a terrible day. Then I read something that rocked my world, in Lysa Terkeurst's book Made to Crave she describes a blog a friend was writing, and in that blog the friend says this, define your week by obedience, not by a number on a scale. Wow.
That is where I want to be ALL the time. In obedience with what God wants me to do. It's a slow start, but here's to forward motion. Today I looked in the mirror, and I liked what I saw.
So, here I sit at some undefined corner called pounds, between the numbers 195.04 and 194.04, and I am smiling.
When life looks you in the eye - and you feel like you'd be happy to take on the challenge.
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