A few weeks ago, I came down with a nasty flu bug thingy that kept me in bed for a few days with 103+ fever.
It was miserable. This flu stopped me in dead in my tracks, and I haven't been able to get both of my feet moving again.
I've whined about, thrown fits over it, cried out the world that it just wasn't fair....you know, all of the wallowing one tends to do when he/she doesn't want to take responsibility.
Then, this morning in the shower, as I was praying....well whining....I finally WOKE UP
It was almost like a panic of realization that I can't keep slipping until I finally have to start over. It has taken months to lose just 14 pounds. I have to wake my butt up and move forward.
Yes, I've taken a couple of steps back. Yes, I'm not where I wanted to be. Yes, I am signed up for a 5K in 4 weeks...and well, I hope there's room in my baby's stroller for me. It is time to WAKE UP!
My prayer suddenly changed tunes. Instead of whining, I was asking God to wake me up, to shake up my will.
To top it off, when I went to early-morning prayer, the scripture shared was about our bodies being a temple.....
Thanks, God. I needed that.
Middle of the week though it may be, here's some goals for the rest of it:
* Gym time 3 times this week (today, Thursday and Saturday)
* Continue my 28 day challenge every day
* Take at least 10 minutes every day for the rest of the week to spend outside time with my little boy (He's 11 months now and LOVES to be outside. I want to encourage that passion for activity.)