I'm trying to lose some weight.
My goal is to lose 20 lbs by Christmas. I am halfway there, but I've stalled out.
Partly because I haven't been able to run the loop because of all the snow and ice. Partly because of my lightning quick moves of popping anything with butter and/or sugar into my mouth without conscience thought.
I am a Butter Ninja.
I am not in a race with anyone else, just trying to set a goal, get healthy and be able to squeeze myself into a pair of jeans without looking like I squeezed myself into a pair of jeans.
This morning I weighed myself and was
Sure, it might be the rich, buttery hollandaise sauce I spooned onto my chicken cordon bleu and broccoli.
Or the piece of pumpkin cake with cream cheese frosting that I accidentally ate after dinner.
It might be because I now have to exercise on the elliptical machine (read: hated device of torture) where I drape myself over the handle bars and basically hold my weight up with my arms while chugging half-heartedly along.
Yeah, picture that, why don'tcha.
I need to recognize that I am in a race, even if it is only with myself.
If I continue to thoughtlessly eat whatever deep-fried, ranch dipped morsel I see, and only exercise as if I'm a tired mama bear entering her hibernation, I will not reach my goal.
This made me think of the other race I'm in. The other race I always I forget I'm in.
The one that matters more than my battle of the bulge.
1 Corinthians 9:24 Don’t you realize that in a race everyone runs, but only one person gets the prize? So run to win!
Galatians 5:7 You were running the race so well. Who has held you back from following the truth?
Philippians 2:16 Hold firmly to the word of life; then, on the day of Christ’s return, I will be proud that I did not run the race in vain and that my work was not useless.
Philippians 3:14 I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us.
Hebrews 12:1 Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us.
I forget I'm in this race sometimes.
I get a grouchy, tired attitude.
I "feed" myself with things that aren't necessarily good for me, and certainly won't help me run a race.
I don't live as if I'm in training,but as if I'm on vacation and it's all about ME.
I get lackadaisical and half-hearted and don't run with endurance.
My goal for this race is simple:
2 Timothy 4:7 I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, and I have remained faithful.
This would be my prize:
Hearing the Lord say, "Well done, my good and faithful servant."
Take a minute and just imagine that moment.
Really, think about Jesus saying those words to you when you have finished your race.
This prize pretty much makes my other prize of fitting into a pair of jeans look kind of silly and just about meaningless.
Do you ever forget you are running a race?