I’m back from a week long and much needed stay-cation. I enjoyed spending the week with my grand children during their Spring Break. Trips to the park, movie night, and shopping were all on the agenda. The week culminated with the kids participating in our church’s program. They did their recitations like pros and that made me proud. But this year was extra special. This year not only did we celebrate Holy Week we celebrated my oldest grandson taking his first communion. In many practices the child is christened or baptized as an infant and celebrate Holy Communion by a certain age. In our faith the child is taught the biblical tenants of salvation, the sacraments, and other things. But it is their decision to 1) accept Jesus Christ as their Lord & Savior and 2) when they are ready to make that decision public. He made that decision a few months ago but only about a month ago did he make it public. As a minister I’m always proud and celebrate joyously the decisions of others to when they make this very important step. But as a grandmother I was ecstatic. The celebration continued the entire Passover week.
Then it was back to work and plenty of voice and email messages to reply to, schedules to do and broadcast content to write. I had missed my weigh-in but was encouraged since I have an upcoming doctor’s appointment. During this I received a call that one of my specialists wanted me to return to treatment. I’m not sure what the condition is, but, I can say that I have had to have blood infusions in the past. I figured it’s that. So, I’m not too stressed.
While I was out I stopped by the VA clinic for my weigh in and to my surprise I gained 8 pounds. WHAT!!! After all the dietary changes, the exercise, and the water … OMG the water … and I GAIN weight?! Ugh! I was so disappointed. I wanted to eat cake or anything else I could get my hands on. But, I didn’t. I resisted that very strong urge and prayed … vented and prayed some more. I was so frustrated I went for a walk.
(sigh) Well, even though I gained weight I feel great. I have energy like never before and I lost an inch around my waist. So, it’s not all bad. Being a female I have to realize that my body likes to rebel and my hormones go on a rampage. This must be one of those times. I’ve worked too hard to have it thrown away. So, I work even harder, more consistently and I enjoy the process.
Oh, guess what I was able to do? Run. Yes! I ran gut drills this week. Now, if you’re not familiar with gut drills I’ll try my best to explain. In sports, particularly basketball, we’d run the court. We’d actually sprint from one line back to the starting line, then to the next line, back, and continue until you run back and forth the full length of the court. Now, I started small. I used the length of the tennis court and I completed three gut drills. Afterwards I walked about a half mile, and I worked on push-ups and planks.
Yes, I feel accomplished. Though the news of weight gain threw me for a loop I am determined to “press towards the mark for the prize of the high calling …” My goal is ever before me and I will succeed.
No matter what you struggle with you can overcome it with patience, perseverance, and persistence. Remember, “…being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ…” Philippians 1:6 NKJV