For the last month, I've gotten amazing use out of a Christmas gift that was given to me by my love. She had good intentions as she cared for my long-term health and life.
I had good intentions of realizing that the pain was going to hurt. I didn't want to go. The Gold's Gym to me, is a sign of pure torture bundled up into a package of great bling bling with a few wafting smells of body odor and sweat. Before our little Evie was born, I managed to take down 15-17kms every three to four days, and relished in the physical health that I had achieved.
It seems as though, once the Evie was born, I gained weight and my love lost weight. Somehow the reversal effect occurred and my body was testimony to the needed process of change from pain to pound to eliminate the excess.
Nonetheless, the inevitable was upon me and it was time to suck it up, literally and begin the treacherous and courageous step toward physical fitness once again. As research shows, the beginning and middle can be most intimidating and certainly daunting. Fortunately, I had a kind American friend who serves within the Peruvian military that was willing to ease me back into the trenches.
What started as a timid step toward obtaining the definite goal was as if to look into the horizon of the setting sun on the high seas of ocean tides and state that one day I would reach the end of that horizon. More easily stated would be that one day I would finally reach where the east and the west come together.
I began the process, with the hopes that one day I would feel the benefit.
Over one month later, I must say that the challenge has been difficult and there have been days where I've wanted to cave in and remain a recluse in the snack pantry of my comfort foods. With a calorie counter downloaded from iTunes Apps, "Lose It," and a strict cardio and weight program, I have begun to see the shedding of pounds that has brought an incredible sense of achievement. A program that my church is leading about getting in better health physically, emotionally, spiritually, and mentally has been an incredible motivator. The changes are happening and my self-esteem, emotional balance, and physical energy has returned.
I never thought that I would become such a strong advocate for health and fitness, but after realizing that I want to be around, if God allows, to see my precious Evie grow up, get married, and have her family, I had better make the most of what God has given me, my body. He was serious when Scripture quotes that our bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit. In every sense of the word, I realize the significance and the stark importance to treat my body well, because it was never mine, but that Christ has brought it with a price, His very life.
And the journey continues toward my goal to achieve God's highest and best for my life and for my family.