Yesterday my prayer partner and I were talking about those old unhelpful and unproductive patterns that cause us to keep doing the same things over and over. As she prayed, she said, "Lord, please re-wire us."
I love that word! That's what I want to be. Re-wired.
I haven't done so well for a few days. There's a quote that says, "If you do what you've always done, you'll get what you've always gotten."
When I got on the scale this morning it reflected my slip-ups earlier in the week. I'd fallen back into some old unhelpful, unproductive patterns of eating. And the scale was hollering "Ditto, girl!" at me.
It boils down to this, I simply cannot eat the way I used to unless I want to regain those lost pounds and weigh what I used to. I've got to make permanent changes. And not just in my eating. I can say this about several areas of my life.
I am not discouraged, and I don't really look at this as a setback. It's just a bump in the road. I may not be able to record another pound lost the end of February, but I have hope for March.
In Bible study last night the speaker was talking about making time to spend with God. She said things don't have to be perfect. We don't have to have the perfect place, we don't have to have the perfect chair, the perfect surroundings, the perfect time of day, etc. Striving for "the perfect" can be a roadblock to whatever we are hoping to achieve, for things are rarely perfect.
My diet certainly is far from perfect. But I'm filled with hope, because little by little I see improvement. I don't eat like I used to. I think more before taking that first bite of something I probably shouldn't. I make better choices. (I'll clarify that by saying "most days I make better choices.") The scale has been a good friend. Not only does it reward me with lower numbers month after month, but it also rebukes me when I've slacked up on my efforts. It keeps me honest with myself.
I've got a week before the end of month weigh-in. I think I have a 50-50 chance of showing a loss. But I've got to buckle down and behave myself, and when I've had enough, I need to brush my teeth and stop eating for the day.
