I’ve joked before about how I get so disillusioned when I eat well for, like, three days… and I expect to be able to go in my closet and shimmy into my size 8s (which, let’s be honest, I could probably barely even shimmy my calf into those things at this point!)
And I’ve had to remind myself of that the past couple days. I started (yes, again) eating well on Monday AND I went to the grocery store to get the food I’d need to be successful AND I have started the past three days with a dance workout.
So I had to be careful with myself this morning as I danced in front of the mirror (yep, I’m THAT girl) and my instinct was to be all like “Whoa. Look at those chunky arms” or “Hey there, Floppy Belly!”
Because, one or two days of health does not a skinny-girl make.
One or two days of health does a skinny girl START to make.
I have to remember that the first time I went down this journey it took a while before even I noticed anything. And while I’d LOVE to be able to honestly say “This isn’t even about my body getting skinny… it’s about me wanting to take care of this vessel that God has given me!” that wouldn’t be entirely true. I do want to take care of this vessel but I, honestly, want to be skinny TOO.
Usually, the two things go hand-in-hand.
But I think what’s important is that I’ve started. It’s almost like a sign of repentance. But what’s got to be different this time is that there is no… goal. no end date. no event to lose weight for. no jeans to have to fit in to. Okay, well, there are those, but the goal is to fit in to them and STAY fitting in them.
So, one day of health may not a skinny girl make, but lots of days of health will a healthy girl make!
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