The roads this morning were treacherous. Really. Snow-covered, not yet plowed. The person in front of me was driving 30 mph. I didn’t mind; I wasn’t planning on going much faster than that, anyway! The trip that would have normally taken 20-25 min. or so ended up taking 35 or 40. I did not feel like going this morning. When I told my husband that, he replied, “You’ll be glad you went once you get there.” He was right, of course.
This is what my workout looked like this morning:
20 minutes, treadmill. 2.8 mph
21 minutes, elliptical
Strength training: Shoulder circuit: 4 different types of shoulder exercises, followed by 4 minutes of cardio; shoulder sets, 5 minutes elliptical; shoulder sets, 5 minutes cardio.
Totals: 25 min. treadmill; 30 elliptical.
This is the beginning of my ninth week. I feel like it’s been forever. I must remind myself that this HAS to be my lifestyle; not just a temporary thing until I get to my goal weight. I know from the testimony of others that that’s when the hard work begins–Maintenance! For me, that is afar off. Lately I’ve been getting frustrated with how far I know I have to go–I’ve been working hard and I want to see more results NOW! We’re such impatient creatures. This scripture keeps popping into my mind, and I feel like I should write it out and tape it to the treadmill in the morning:
“Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith…”
Beset: harass somebody or something: to harass or trouble somebody or something continually ; surround somebody or something: to attack somebody or something from all sides.
What besets me?
“This is going to take FOREVER. What’s the use? You lose 100 lbs, you’ll still be fat. You shouldn’t be working so hard at your size. You’re probably going to hurt yourself.”
I have to be vigilant–recognize these thoughts as lies, replace them with truth, and keep pressing on. I need to “run with patience the race set before me.” Because this isn’t a sprint. It’s a marathon. I know that I will make it, by the grace of God.
One thing I want to add: chances are, not all my readers share my faith, and that’s okay; the principle is still the same. Run with patience the race! Don’t allow those types of thoughts to beset you. Keep moving forward!