I’ve been doing Weight Watchers (for Men) since July. I’ve lost 20lbs. The last 15 have come off even without much activity on my part. This lack of activity is not from trying. Trust me. I tried skipping rope. I tried going at my heavy bag. But this blasted walking pneumonia has taken me down a few pegs.To tell the truth, in many ways, it has humbled me. I don’t like admitting it, that’s for sure.
I’ve learned that, no, I cannot do it all. I’ve learned that I must rely on others when attempting to do something. I’ve learned that I must accept the generosity of others when they are trying to help. And this has been hard.
I’ve also learned that I eat a lot of crap sometimes. I went to Pizza Ranch last week to celebrate my kiddos’ birthdays (they’re born right next to each other three years apart). Last week I had a max of 66 points for the day and 49 wiggle room points. I knew I was going to Pizza Ranch that night so I did my best to conserve points. But I still went over the top and hit 90 points that night, being left with 27 wiggle room points. I looked through what I ate. Did I really need that second piece of fried chicken goodness? Did I need to eat a second Bronco Pizza slice?
Where did my control go? I do great that day, even turning down a slice of warm apple crumble with vanilla ice cream at my classis (regional governing body CRC’s in this area) meeting on Tuesday so I could go to Pizza Ranch that night.
The rest of the week wasn’t any better. Too much cake. Too much ice cream. Not enough rest to get over my walking pneumonia. Yet, God has been good to me. Smiling down on me and allowing me to break through the weight limit when I got below 310. Okay, so it’s 309.8 but still. It’s better than what I was worried it would be.
So, this week, I begin with new vigor. I am recharged to keep at it. Now, I just gotta do it. I need to place my own pride to the side and keep moving forward. I’m even trying to not emphasize the “For Men” part. But it’s hard. It’s like carrying around a murse. Of course, I call it a satchel. It’s a satchel until you put chap stick in it.
In my own spiritual health, I’m trying to do my best with putting aside me pride. And it’s hard. I know I need to place my self second before God, to humble myself before him and admit that I can’t do it all myself. That is hard to do when you’re someone who is used to plowing forward on your own and doing it by yourself.
Next week is communion at church. We’ll be taking the Lord’s Supper. I’m spending this week reflecting on that. And the question that came up for me this week too is how many points is communion anyway? I’ve decided that it’s 0 points for the grace we have in Jesus and also listed as a power food because it fuels us to go forward.