So, as I dealt with the pain of my reality, I had to figure out what was going on with me that would make this fight different from any other fight. What would make me bow down to my body and be so disencouraged to challenge it? So, I took some moments to reflect on me. Then I thought about getting drugs to help with the weight lost. Almost every informercial is about someone promoting something for weight lost, and almost every fat person has tried something at least once. Even exercise equipment; almost every fat person has a piece...but the problem is not having these things, it's using them. I knew that I would not take the pills like the direction said, and I also knew after the first day of pain, I wouldn't exercise. So is it far to say that weight comes with the spirit of laziness? My answer is certainly yes!
You can not lose weight doing nothing! This was my first reality told to me by my sister by love Dana. She once was also a Big Girl, but after looking at a picture of herself, mustard enough strength to seek help. Her words were so dribbled in love but I heard what I heard and it hit me. I was truly trying to talk the weight off. So, I go to her house and decide to go walking with her. We go to this track and are walking and talking so much until I barely realize what I was doing. Then at the last two miles, I only wanted to pray. "God please don't let me have a heart attack." "God please give me strength to get to the car." I'd just walked six miles.
After we got home, instead of the stiffness making me say, "I got some weight gone today!" I withdrew into the place that has no tolerance for pain. I hurt bad, from my neck to my feet and I did not want to feel that way. When I made it back to Louisiana, I stayed in bed for two whole days and convinced myself that if I had to hurt this bad to lose weight, I would not do. This of course led me to another battle. My body said, "No", but my mind kept saying "Go". Somewhere in the corners of my mind was a drive to exercise, but the spirit of laziness was doing everything it could to remind me that I was fine just like I was.
I have learned one thing, the devil does not tell you to do anything that is going to benefit you. So I knew that the Spirit that lived within me was ushering me to become as concerned about my physical man as much as I was concerned about my spiritual man. So, I decided to put God in the mix. If He was urging me to physical wholeness, I needed His help and so I prayed......
Part Three Coming Soon!