#52 - You'll Have to Let It Go  

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So I think I've formulated my thoughts for this post about as much as they'll formulate. Usually things just flow more once I start writing.  I warn you that it's going to likely be incredibly long, but deeply heartfelt, so if you don't have 5 or so solid minutes (based on average reading speeds) then you might want to come back when you have a little more time.  That would mean a lot to me, because this one's going to be a doozy and I'd rather you get the full effect than just skim it or get overwhelmed by paragraph 7 and skip the rest.

I have to pause here and point out that at the beginning of last night's post I said that I'd type a short one. Short and sweet, actually. And then it was a long rambling nothingness post. Perhaps that's why no one left any comments... not that it really merited any, anyway.

On to what's been on my mind... I started this blog because I reached the point where I knew my life had to change. I won't lie to you- I have sometimes dreamed that this blog would follow me losing 220 pounds and I'd get all sexy and hot and Hollywood bigwigs scouring the internet would be instantly charmed by my snarky wit and engaging banter, and they'd of course sic the paparazzi on me and begin penning my life story in which Drew Barrymore would don a fatsuit, lose it throughout the film, and as a result win her first Academy Award.  Well, I just made most of that up, but I did have flitting thoughts of grandeur, I won't lie. But, really, I started this blog for the right reasons- I knew deep down that my life needed to change in a big way, or else I would follow in the footsteps of an aunt I can't even remember and die of a massive coronary failure at 42. Part of that change includes the accountability of baring my soul and putting it out there for others.

I thought at first that my blog should be totally anonymous, so while I show my face in early pics I never intended to use my real name or even point many real friends to it. But then I realized that if others could actually help me, they needed to be people unafraid to call me to the carpet and actually support me, as opposed to coddling me. Thus, the others began to trickle in. These ubiquitous others began just as close family and friends... then, I found directories of other people with similar weight loss journeys, so I began building up my very own online community. All of this has been incredible, and really good. I can relate to what people write, and it helps me when I realize that pretty much everyone else struggles with their eating when they're off their routine (namely, weekends), lots of people still have to force themselves to get out of the kitchen, and almost everyone still has to make themselves work out.

Despite this base I have found, I've felt for a few weeks that something is just off. I had to do my whole reboot two weeks ago, and then had an amazing week... and then a mostly cruddy week. I keep trying to stay with the program (I'm not on an actual program... I just mean in the generic sense) and then I just... don't. This weekend was a bunch of blah moments. Granted, at the peak of PMS I have to fight feelings of utter hopelessness, which is so irritating because I am so the opposite of a hopeless person. I can't even think of a quippy simile for you as to how unhopeless (double negatives = awesome and you know it) of a person I am, normally. So it's incredibly frustrating to have to literally wage war against my own body when I least have the ability to summon up any gumption to do so. In those moments when I need to be "breathing murderous thoughts" against my hormones they are the very thing rendering me helpless (at least it feels that way), which in turn leads to the hopelessness. So what do I do, usually? Stuff my face. Because eating a half of a loaf of banana bread with 200 calories of milk always (read: never) makes me feel better.

Ugh. It so freaking sucks. Yeah, I know I sound like I'm 12. But sometimes blunt and uncreative is the most striking verbage of all.

You may be asking yourself if the purpose of this post is to whine and feel sorry for myself.

No. Actually, I'm realizing that I'll never win this battle, so instead of feeling sorry for myself I am just giving up. Who cares if I can never sit in good Mariner's seats? The bleachers aren't so bad. Who cares if I can never buy cute clothes and I'm always self-conscious? It's better than this constant battle everyday. It's exhausting. Better to just be numb and not beat myself up mentally over not working out.  Being fat may not be easy, but it was actually a whole lot easier than this constant war over food and thoughts and exercise and emotions and issues and wounds has been.  So, now you have it.  I quit.



Ok, not really. That's utterly untrue. The fact remains, this is a LOT of work, and it's worth the battle. But it is extremely exhausting and I keep expecting myself to get perfect. I also expect to miraculously not have to struggle anymore, for it all to get so easy.   


Nope.

This all ties together, I promise.  Part of the battle being so tough stems from the fact that I've allowed myself to get a little off focus. It's amazing what one good week on the scale will do to me- I lost 5 pounds last week (25 times what I lost the week before), and suddenly all I could think about was how great I was doing (despite having a mediocre week at best... I am so bad about working out... rather, not working out) and how if I just lost five pounds every week I'd be so thin in no time, and maybe a goal weight of 120 to look like Ali from The Biggest Loser, though I hope I'm not as stuck on myself and obnoxious as her (I still find her annoying, I don't care how good she looks) is totally realistic... and then, while I thought these things all the time, I worked out once (Saturday, and at an intensity of 5 out of 10) and ate with only minimal self-control.

So stupid! But I just felt miserable and couldn't figure out what my problem was. How could such a great week do anything other than inspire me to step up the intensity and do even better? The answer seemed elusive and I had pretty much resigned myself to going back to the old me, losing .2 pounds a week.

Then, yesterday at church, Pastor Mark preached about mankind (yep, women too) being created in God's image. It was the most incredible thing when he talked about the fact that we don't have to be victims. Being hurt is not an excuse to cling to that hurt and reject God. Most profound of all was that I was reminded of a truth that I often deny- my body is a gift, and I am to steward it. The heart issue here is that I finally began this journey not merely to lose weight, but to truly surrender to Jesus. I turn to food because it is an idol. It brings comfort. I love food and sitting on my arse (another great word) and the way they make me feel... or rather, numb me so I don't feel... more than I love Jesus. I find satisfaction in food and laziness that I don't allow myself to find in Jesus. Really, I don't give Him the opportunity to reveal it to me, and He's not going to force it on me.

The problem here is that for 26 years (well, ok, more like 20, since I can't remember how I felt about food from ages 0-6) I lived this way and mostly felt ok. Becoming a Christian at 16 brought on issues of conscience, in that I knew gluttony and sloth were sins, but only recently has the Lord really brought all of this to the surface in a way that it must be dealt with. And, really, it must be dealt with. It's why I am so miserable- I know there is something more, actual intimacy with Jesus that I have never known, but it's just beyond my grasp and I keep trying to reach out for it but then I realize my hands are tightly clenching a half-loaf of banana bread in my left and a glass of milk in my right and declaring that what my left hand holds is far better than than the Bread of Life and the right hand has something infinitely more satisfying than the Living Water.  Like a petulant child I proclaim reality to God, certain that I know best.

Can I point out there that this reminds me of a section from Where the Red Fern Grows

Actually, yes. Yes I can.  I am writing, you are reading, I can say what I want.  Take that.

So in the book the author describes a very simple method of catching a raccoon- you put something shiny, like a piece of scrap metal, at the bottom of a container with a small opening. The raccoon will reach in for the shiny object, but then realize that it can't get its fist out with the object in its hand. It must let the object go if it wants to move on, but raccoons won't do that. The shiny object is so desirable to them that they simply hold onto it, often until they starve to death or until a kid with his hunting dogs comes along and captures it (does that still happen? The book's pretty old. But raccoons are crazy nasty animals... don't let the cute ringed eyes fool you). Isn't the raccoon so stupid? I mean, really, a piece of scrap metal? A shiny piece of crap is enough to cause them to die or get killed? Seriously. Idiotic.

Sadly, I am that raccoon. I cling to my food addiction, my absolute laziness regarding working out, and I convince myself that the shiny piece of crap that looks interesting but adds zero value to my life is worth dying over. Food is wonderful, but it's a gift from God meant to be enjoyed to His glory and not to the glory of my stomach. I realized yesterday that I am off track because not only do I allow food and laziness to be the shrines to my idol of Comfort but I cling to my past hurt as an excuse to do so.

I was hand knit in my mother's womb in the image of God Himself. As the one created, I have no right to cling to my hurts or to excuse bad behavior because I was wounded.  I am not a victim.  I am a woman created by God in His image for the purpose of displaying His glory.  I have the awesome responsibility of reflecting God's image into a wounded and broken world. God is the object, and I am the mirror. Sin shattered the mirror into a million little pieces, but as Christ changes me He puts those pieces back together and I am able, with more and more surface area, to reflect God's glory to those around me. The issue is that Christ is to the point where the next pieces that need to be melded back onto the mirror are those regarding my idol of Comfort (food and laziness) and until I surrender no other pieces can be added. If I try to stay here the existing mirror will become dulled and gray, the reflection of Jesus will be marred. I really have no choice but to surrender, and I have to stop fighting it.

This hits on the blog, at least somewhat, because I've found myself getting so caught up in the numbers of people reading every day, and linking to me from their sites,  that I have neglected to look at my heart. Almost every other blog is all about the numbers regarding weight loss, be it pounds lost, steps walked, calories consumed, inches carved off, with a side dish of personal life and maybe a dessert of the issues regarding why the person got fat. I find that there are blogs of people losing half their body and they have book deals and thousands of readers, and those types of blogs never mention Jesus, though a blind reference speaks to not caring for evangelical types. And you know, not to be too relativistic, (I hate relativism. I prefer Truth.) that's fine for them.

But that can't be my blog. I can't leave out Jesus. He is the center of all that I am and if I deny that then I'm just going to remain a broken mirror with no purpose, clenching the banana bread and whining about how miserable I am. Or, the most horrifying option, I will lose 200 pounds and even possibly gain notoriety and money and never even realize that I've compromised my Spirit in the process. I'll have a hot body and an empty soul. Sure, a nice body is hot but so is hell. If I start living my life in such a way that I am all that matters and Jesus gets the boot from my priority list then I really need to examine myself and question whether He actually is my Savior. If He's not then I'm headed straight for hell and a sexy body will never- NEVER- be more valuable than spending eternity with Jesus.  

Don't get me wrong- I love Jesus.  I know that He has saved me from my sin and eternal punishment for that sin, and I have zero doubt that I belong to Him and nothing- nothing- can remove me from His grasp.  But my point is that if I were to stop focusing on Him I would have to doubt my certainty.  The very fact that He grabbed my attention yesterday and allowed me to finally, clearly, face the idol of Comfort (which is a much bigger issue than just the food, which had been my primary focus) is evidence that He is continually changing me.  The idol of Comfort, capital C because it has replaced the Lord God in many areas of my life, must become comfort- little c because it's in the context of a life centered around Jesus Christ, enjoyed within Bible-based living but not my master.  

To bring it all home, now, I have to be real about Jesus.  For some, they may read this and determine this blog is a waste of their time and they're never coming back.  Others may go delete me from their blogroll.  Yet others will be inspired by my desire to tackle these tough issues but they'll consider me weak and clearly not enlightened or educated enough to realize that religion is a farce.  To the third faction, I agree- religion is an absolute farce.  Relationship with Jesus Christ, however, is the reason for which every single human being is created.  All of us- All.  Of.  Us. - are leading lives void of purpose and meaning unless Jesus Christ is the center.  It doesn't matter if you think He's a figment of man's imagination or if you have believed yourself to love Him with your whole heart for decades- if He is not the center of your life, around which all else orbits within a Biblically contextualized existence then you are wasting your life.  

I, for one, cannot waste anymore of my life.  And, beloved reader if you are still reading, know that I am weak.  I will struggle.  I will look back at this very post and either feel jaded and despise that I was, at one point, this able to face up to my sin, or I'll think I have figured so much out and I'll be back to a place where I have to deconstruct and reboot again.  But this I know- food will never truly satisfy me.  All of the Sex and the City reruns in the world will never leave me feeling filled up with purpose.  Losing weight will never satisfy me.  Being a famous writer with a hot body and the freedom to hang out in coffee shops and blog while somehow able to afford a modest house (read: $500,000) in Seattle will not satisfy me.  Being able to reach every single goal, and realizing every single dream I have, once I'm trim and fit won't satisfy me.  

Nothing.  Will.  Ever.  Satisfy.  Me.

Except Jesus.  Actual, wonderful, powerful, avengeful, graceful, merciful, King Jesus.  Ok, so it's avenging, but avengeful just worked better.  Never mind the whole it's not actually a word bit.  But Jesus Christ can- and will- satisfy me.  

Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good!  
Blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him. (Psalm 34:8)

He only needs the chance.  I am choosing to allow Him the chance, but this isn't even of me- I came face to face with Jesus, and I realized that my mirror cannot stop here.  I cannot remain this broken of a reflection of Him.  I yearn for more of Him, and I simply cannot stay the same.

My blog will still be real.  It will (hopefully) still be funny.  I'm not going to become the awkward fake lady with the plastered on smile with the smiley faced white guy in the sky Jesus hanging from her soccermomvan rearview mirror.  I can't be her, and not only because I don't have kids.  Or a van.  Or like soccer.  But I have to keep things centered on why I am on this journey, because there are plenty of hot chicks in this world but far too few truly godly women who genuinely love Jesus Christ and allow Him to be reflected, fully, to the world with every aspect of their being.  

If I lose readers, so be it.  If this blog were written for me and me alone and one person reads it and is inspired to live for Jesus then glory be to God.  But I've never been one to settle for the least I can get and I won't allow my blog to become a mush garden of crap where I spout verses and sit on my Jesus-made-me-higher-than-you-all perch.  I'll just be real, be about Jesus, and, I hope, get a body that changes along with my spirit in the process.  Hopefully others will be inspired, but I can't write merely because I'm trying to meet Drew Barrymore on the red carpet when she gets an Oscar for portraying my horrid self pigging out on banana bread (what IS it with banana bread?  I mean, really?).  Regardless, I won't change, but just know that I'm gonna have to talk about Jesus.  Not every single sentence, or even blog post, but I won't stray away from Him in order to try and attract more readers.

Enough said about that.

Finally, tomorrow's a day of fasting and prayer for my church so I am fasting not only from food but also from the internet.  Even if it kills me I won't be checking in until Wednesday.  Until then, feel free to tell me what you think of this entry.  Or disown me.  Either is cool.

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Or perhaps just remind you that it's 'elusive,' not 'illusive.' Heh. . .

April 22, 2008 at 4:22 AM

This was a lot to process, and I'm not sure I can say this the right way... but you're right Jesus is the center of everything and as the center of your life should be the center of everything... for me personally it's a struggle to make him the center and on occasion I've discussed that struggle on my blog, well not recently, but I guess it's such an intensely personal struggle, my greatest struggle I'm not really comfortable sharing it all the time, if that makes sense.

Now, I think that you should include whatever you deem right in YOUR blog... and you know what you inspire me, you force me to think about these things myself, so thank you!

April 22, 2008 at 8:35 AM

Rock. On.

April 22, 2008 at 8:44 AM

Its most inspiring to me when you are real. I don't want to see you give up of course, but seeing the victories along with the struggles are what encourages me. And as I too seek to put Jesus at the center, not just on the sidelines, I am encouraged when you show how He not only relates to your eating struggles but is really at the heart of them. He is the key that I miss all too often and in essence then lose all I think I've gained.

April 22, 2008 at 10:33 AM

it's nice to see you get this all out there, tami. Love you.

April 22, 2008 at 11:38 AM

that was one of the biggest problems I awlays had in the past and why I usually failed...I expected to be perfect. I got so mad at myself when I screwed up or ate something that I shouldnt have and sabatoged myself. the reality is, you arent perfect. no one is. and while its not always so easy to just stop beliving you need to be, you have to find a way to give yourself a pass once in a while. definitely dont give up and definitely dont fool yourself for one minute that you cant achieve the things that you want or that its ok to accept being the way you are. its not even about being skinny, its about being healthy and you deserve that. its not an easy fight, it takes a lot of strength and wears you down. thats why you will slip up and if you can just call it what it was, a bump in the road, you will see that in the end it didnt matter about all the times that you messed up, it only mattered that you never gave up.

April 22, 2008 at 4:54 PM

All right, the comment train is making a drop-off :)

Clinton- Snap. I have been pondering how I made such a dumb mistake since last night. I am glad you caught it, though. Makes me look less dumb now that it's fixed :)

Rose- I completely agree with you about struggling to make Jesus the center of everything- it's hard! Evangelists try to tell you that life gets all wonderful when you meet Jesus... nope. It gets better in that you have purpose and hope, but living every day in and our for Jesus is HARD. Life can be really crappy. We're all sinners and make things so difficult for ourselves and for each other. I just say be real with yourself, and if you write about it on your blog, great; if not, that's cool, too. I'm not intending to guilt anyone- I just have to be real on here or it's worthless, both to me and my readers.

Brittney- Boo. Yah.

Rach - Thanks, chica. I'm looking forward to your post... I know you've had to face down pretty much the same issues in your own way, too.

Darla - Thanks, Sex E. Cap Pucino. You've always been supportive and I hear your voice telling me to shop at the outer edges of the grocery store and to think about how I'm treating my body. I love you, too.

Heather- I totally agree on multiple points. Well, two that jump to mind :) For one, I will never be perfect. Jesus alone was perfect- I can't set standards and beat myself over the head when I slip up. But I can work on why I am doing this, with a heart committed to loving Jesus and stewarding all He has blessed me with, including this body that really is a pretty decent one, and will be downright awesome once I get healthy. Heck, even nazi trainer Jillian says that it's ok to have a slice of pizza once in awhile, as long as you planned for it and it's a rare treat that you are indulging in thoughtfully. So it's about why I eat that pizza, and not whether I had it or not. Secondly, you are right that this is NOT an easy fight. It's exhausting! Especially because, for me, this isn't just about not eating too much and exercising- I'm stumbling like a toddler just learning to walk, despite loving Jesus for 10 years, in this journey of working out what it is to live for Jesus and give Him glory in every aspect of my life all day long. It's not just saying no to food- it's turning that desire into a longing for the Bread of Life, and that's really, really hard. But, like you alluded (did I spell that right, Clintonius?) to, it's not about waking up perfectly mastering the lived-for-Jesus life tomorrow- it's about the journey, and growing more mature as I go along. I have no doubt that all of the little steps- and stumbles- will eventually get to a place where I look in the mirror and suddenly realize that not only has my exterior completely changed, but I am transformed internally, as well.

Thank you, all of you, for your comments. I love every single one :)

April 23, 2008 at 9:28 AM

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