When this year started, a girlfriend and I decided to be accountable to each other for weekly exercise. We each set our goals, and each week reported to each other regarding how close we came to achieving them. It lasted 3-4 months, and then I got so busy until I didn’t exercise, and I didn’t even slow down to write the weekly report!
I was so ministered to by Veronica at http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/WomanofGod/ when she talked about dreading the doctor’s visit and the discussion about weight. I am past the point in my life where my weight goals are about being a size 3 (not that I ever was). I have often told myself that with relatively young kids, this is the season in my life to put their needs before mine, to realize that I can’t do everything. Yet, with close relatives undergoing surgeries and significant aches and pains due to obesity, I know in my heart that those excuses are just that–excuses. I cannot sit idly by and watch these hips spread while comforting myself that at least I’m here for the family.
So last week, I got back after it. No looking back at the weeks/months I’ve slacked off, but instead like Paul, I press on. Losing weight would be wonderful, but my primary goal is simply to be around. I’ve got one more time to chase a bike that’s tilting too far one way or the other. I’ve got several more years to play tag. I’ve got a husband that I want to stare at me longingly for years to come. It’s no longer about being a size 3. It’s about being around, truly being here for my family.