My goal this week was to hit a total of 13 pounds off. But I lost sight of that goal early on and instead had a terrible fight with food this week.
I almost didn't go to the Weight Watcher's meeting today. Had no vehicle, although I could've had one, but chose not to since I had pretty well decided that I wouldn't go to the meeting; I figured I had probably gained weight and therefore did not want to weigh in or pay the money.
It had clearly been a week of losing control over the appetite, which--though I can say happens with calculable frequency (wink, wink)--meant I was eating Oreos, Snickers, and even a free peach milkshake sample at Chick Fil-A. I had only done two hours of exercise all week--and 10 minutes of it was before today's meeting!
So I emailed Karen this morning, my faithful, trusty, encouraging weight loss partner. "I'm debating," I told her. "If I go, I would need a ride, but I might just skip this week." She wrote back post haste with, "You should go...keep yourself honest...might even surprise yourself. I'll pick you up."
Okay, she swayed me.
She picked me up and took me there.
I kept myself honest.
I surprised myself. Lost 2.8 or a total of 15.4 !!! That's 15.4% of my longterm goal in the first 7 weeks.
All I can say is, "Thank You, Lord." I did not deserve to lose weight. It didn't seem scientifcally possible. Nor did I deserve to be rewarded after making so many bad choices.
But God was merciful, and showed me that He will sometimes perform miracles just for the fun of it, for His glory. Sometimes we trust Him for a miracle; sometimes we don't even ask. We look at the science, the forensic evidence, the algebra, and it doesn't make sense. In fact, I didn't think it was wise to say, "May I please have a weight loss?" after eating a sleeve of Oreos. So I didn't ask. I'd ask next week after adding works to my faith.
Grace: getting what you don't deserve. That's my report for today and my anthem for life.