A "ticker" me.

I'm in a battle. More like a war, with myself and my body. I've gained about 15 pounds in the past year. (Sad face with pouty lip) Sigh.... I tried to blame it on my GYN for taking out my uterus a year ago. I marched in his office and demanded that he do something about it. (LOL) After voicing my complaint, he looked at me and replied, "I left in your ovaries. That's all you're doing." Gotta love his honesty. The truth had been told...it was all me. I used to work out everyday. I looked forward to my workout, the way it made me feel, the energy it gave me. Now...I look forward to lunch. The truth is, I used to eat better. I've changed the way I eat, and have dove in for second helpings way too many times. I've created a new found friendship with bread and potatoes. Except...they don't like me like I like them. In fact, they're the kind of friends, who stab you in the back when you turn around. Or should I say, the rear end--they follow me wherever I go...literally! They have become the friends that I thought I knew. They are more like my nimisus. So much so, that I believe if you were to cut open Satan--he would be made up of; hatred, lies, manipulation, confusion, bread and potatoes. God says our bodies are like temples. I'm beginning to take that literally, since lately I feel like the Taj Mahal. I work full time now, and you would think that by doing that, I would at least maintain the weight I had before. But, nope! I walk up a flight of 20 stairs at least 20 times a day. You'd think I would have buns of steel by now, but...nope! Not even close! I have come to realize that I am going to have to do something. I have come to accept the fact that I will never be a size 4 again. But..I would settle for something a little smaller than I am. I'm not fat or overweight. I once had a real issue with my weight gain and weight loss. I made unhealthy decisions for myself physically and mentally. I do not want to be that person again. It's not worth it. I'm not going to sit here and be vain in any means. I believe that spiritual health is most important. I've just grown uncomfortable in my skin. I'm a little "ticker", as we say it in Southern Louisiana, than I would like to be. It's begun to show signs that I do not like. Those stairs that I mentioned, are getting harder to climb everyday. I have to pour myself into my jeans and clothes. I refuse to buy bigger sizes! My energy is depleated. It's though, I can never get enough sleep. Yes..I have heard many people say..."You are getting older. Your metabolism changes." Hogwash!! My grandmother was 65 years old running two miles a day, playing tennis and swimming. Under all of this growing flab...her genes are hiding in here somewhere..I just know it!! I refuse to go down like that. I have many years ahead of me! I want more to look forward to in my life, then to begin looking online for my "power chair". I do have another theory on my recent weight gain. I normally eat less when I am stressed out. I also clean obsessively when I am sad or upset about something. My house could definitely use a visit from the "clean-up fairy". Does anyone have her number or email address? Maybe there were times, that I should have been feeding my spirit with God's word, instead of my face with food I knew was bad for me. Let's face it...we need these bodies of ours to be healthy enough to stay alive on this earth and fulfill our Godly callings. I began to wonder about what has changed in the past year that would bring on this "new me". I have come to the conclusion that I have found contentment. Contentment in who I am in Christ. After reawakening my spirit a little over a year ago, He began to do a complete makeover on me...but, on the inside. I have transformed into something new, someone new. So...maybe I am a little "ticker" because of my contentment. Maybe I have found my happy place. I like my happy place. God is in my happy place. I like me. But, does that mean I am going to be a "tick" happy Christian for the rest of my life? Oh my. I am left with one of two choices: 1. Begin to eat my way to my power chair. Continue to do nothing and lose this battle. OR 2. Get off my ever growing rear end and do something different!! Instead of watching that group of runners pass by my house at five in the morning, wishing I had their discipline, their fit physiques and stamina... maybe I will join them. Begin to run my way to a healthier life in this body God has given me. I'll let you know how that turns out. (smiley face)

Romans 14:17 For the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking, but of righteousness, peace, and joy in the Holy Spirit.

Psalms 51:10 Create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a right spirit within me.