1 Corinthians 9:27 (The Message)
I hated exercising, and I know this is going to sound awful, but this was was my justification. I hated the idea of sweating so much that I stink and have to take a shower. Ridiculous, right? Yeah, that's what I thought. I can't believe that I kept up that mentality for so long.
Yesterday was absolutely beautiful. We have been having a little cooler weather these days, and so I took advantage of it earlier yesterday morning. There are not enough words to describe how peaceful the neighborhood was at 7:45 a.m., I wish I would have taken a picture ... not to mention it really seemed like I was out there for just five minutes rather than thirty.
Today marks day two of the journey. For lunch, instead of choosing a greasy fried chicken sandwich with cheese, I chose a chef salad instead (romaine lettuce, tomato, carrots, cabbage, red onion, little bit of cheese and ham, and a hard boiled egg) and water. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, and the slight headache from my body asking me why I didn't have a large coke yesterday isn't helping. I also didn't realize that saying "no" to the delicious Red Robin steak fries with extra ranch and instead opting for broccoli or fruit would be so hard. Those two things combined are my weakness. And I'm going to be honest and say that I caved in. I mean, I would be lying if I said that I was a perfect little healthy eater yesterday. And honestly, I felt awful afterwards. I never felt satisfied or full after snarfing down a full basket's worth, even when I drank a full glass of ice water before. My stomach hated me for it. Lesson learned.
I knew it wasn't going to be easy. Have faith and keep your eye on the goal.
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