Today’s Battle

First and foremost, everyone immediately stop reading…now wait, if that truly happened you wouldn’t know what I was saying right now… so odd’s are you’re still reading… what I was trying to get at, is immediately go to Marcy Priest and check out her new album.  

Yes I love my husband and Yes he produced it, but that is NOT why I’m sending you there… this girl is AMAZING!  Seriously.  Now.  Go.  Then come back and read.  You’re still reading aren’t you.  You don’t listen well.  NOW.  Go.  I’ll still be here when you get back. 

Craig Groeschel (my senior pastor) spoke a couple of weeks ago about winning today’s battle in his Warrior Series  It REALLY hit home with me.  I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.  For those of you who don’t know me, I’m fat.  Not a big girl… not chubby… not big boned… I’m a tub o’ lard! 

Trent laughs every time I say that...  which here lately is quite often. 

I haven’t been this big since high school and NO, it’s not because I’m unhappy.  It’s quite the opposite, I’d say.  I’m fat and happy.  That’s what I always tell my husband.  He loves me regardless and I did marry him because he’s a fat squisher (he loves to hold my fat rolls).  Seriously… I know a few of you just threw up a little in your mouths, but it’s true.  I love him.

So, my biggest battle in life has always been my weight.  It fluctuates.  Mostly up.  But there have been years when I had a six pack and wore little shirts that showed off my navel ring.  These day’s I can’t even find my belly button.  I’ve just gotten lazy and found happiness in my husband and my life.  I quit focusing on myself.  Good?  Yes.  Good?  No.  Good in the fact that it’s not about me, bad in the fact that it needs to be a little about me. 

There are two main reasons why I want to lose weight. 

One:  I have a history of hormonal cancer in my family and I know illness thrives on unhealthy. 

Two:  I want to be as attractive to my husband as I possibly can be.  I want him to always look at me and be thankful he married me.  Now, Trent is not vain at all… but men enjoy their wives to look nice.  I understand that. 

Today’s battle… so Craig was talking about instead of fighting the big battle that seems overwhelming… fight today’s battle.  That made so much sense for me because I’d set these 3 month goals or even a month goal of eating well and exercising blah blah blah and a week would come and go and I’d cheat and be right back where I was… on the ground, staring up at the wagon driving away.   So when I pray now, I pray for God to give me strength for today’s battle.  Just today’s battle.  When I’m hungry and I’m thinking about a taco or burger, I say to myself, fight this little battle… meaning (go back to work and pop open a can of soup).  And when I do, I’m victorious.  I just won that battle.  And then when I want a coke… I say to myself, fight this little battle… and I get water.  Again.  Winner!  We own a treadmill… I want to get up in the morning and walk, but for the love of all that is good and holy I just can’t…and there is NO time in the evenings between, dinner, laundry, kids, lifegroup, plans, etc… so today, I strapped on my tennis shoes and a friend and I went walking at lunch around the parking lot for 45 minutes.  Again, we had plans tonight (for a dinner date, none the less) at 6:30 so I won’t have time to walk when I get home… so I thought to myself, how do I fight this battle…and now I’m sitting her typing to you, a successful warrior princess for the day!  It’s so elating to me to win these little battles.  

Are you seeing the big picture yet?  I’m not taking on the whole battle.  I can’t win that one.  I’m taking on the small battles day by day and ONLY with God’s help.  And by winning those small battles day by day, the big one will be victorious. 

Thanks Craig.