Scaling Down

Each week is never the same with the scale. Every time I get on I feel myself holding my breath ready to jump for joy if the number is good and ready with Chips Ahoy if it's bad.

As I continue on my weight loss/healthy living journey it's difficult not to look at the scale. I have been told a million times to not scale watch. I know you should take measurements and see how your clothes fit but I still look to the scale for answers.

The first time I started down this road I went it alone. I didn't ask God into my weight loss journey because I felt like I had failed. I felt like I had failed myself, my family and most of all God. When it was a bad week with my 'friend' the scale I would beat myself up about what I could have done better or "why did you have to eat that?" A bad week on the scale was just what the enemy wanted for me. He knew how to help me dig my hole deeper and deeper away from God.

It wasn't until the passing of my grandma that I finally gave this area of my life to God. I held my hands up like so many times before and said "Lord, you have to help me. I want to be better, I want to do better and I can't do this by myself." I felt the Lord hold me tight and calm my fears just like I knew He would.

Since that day I have had good scale days and bad. The difference is on a good day I give the glory to God because without His help I wouldn't be where I am today. On a bad day I spend quiet time with the Lord and ask Him to help see things I need to improve on instead of hiding with the bag of Chips Ahoy.

“Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed.” Proverbs 16:3 NIV