I’m Back

I’ve been feeling great lately.  Compared to how I felt the previous two years, I feel like “I’m back”.  I’ve got energy and motivation to do things (still looking for the motivation to workout as much as I need to) but that will come.  Baby steps.  Speaking of steps, I’ve been hitting 10,000 a day more regularly than I was.  My PT sister says, the status quo is now 15,000 steps a day but hello?  If I’m having a hard time getting 10,000 then I think that is where I should start for now. I digress….as I do so often when I write.
But I’m thanking the Lord that I’ve got my mojo back. I thought maybe it was gone forever.  It feels so good to accomplish things and not have to have a long winter’s nap or a couple of days of doing nothing to recover.  My doctor sent me for some blood tests back in February and when the results came back it appeared my AC1 numbers had crossed the line.  Right then, I told myself ‘ I’m going to do something about this’.  I am NOT taking any more meds for anything else.  I’m trying to get off the ones I’m on.  So I immediately changed the way I eat and committed to losing a certain number of pounds.  AND I am almost positive that is why I am feeling so good.  It’s amazing when you put good fuel into your body, how good you can start feeling and how quickly. And by taking your health into your own hands.  I have reached a plateau with the weight loss but I am feeling great and it will come.

But I am not here to preach about eating well.  I’m not a dietician or a doctor or a fitness expert.  I am just a regular person trying to be well.  I got sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. Interestingly enough, the story of the lame man at the pool of Bethesda kept coming to me last year. Jesus asked him, more than once, “Do you want to get well?”  And the lame man was probably thinking….well what do you think?  Of course I do.  And I felt like Jesus was asking me that question too.  Especially on my flight back from Toronto last August when I had shooting pain radiating down my right leg the entire flight.  I was internally crying out to the Lord to give me relief, at least for the duration of the flight. (By way of history, I’d been having that sciatica pain since before I went to London in May, as I was in pain both ways on that trip.)    I heard in my spirit, the words “Do you want to get well”.  And like the lame man, I’m thinking, of course I do.  Why do you think I’m asking?  Begging.   It was in that moment that I realized that I was going to have to partner with the Lord in my healing.  He wasn’t going to just wave His magic wand and take away all the self inflicted pain of poor lifestyle choices.  What can I say?  I am a slow learner.  It wasn’t until February that I finally had a light bulb moment.

I love how the Lord takes care of us.  He doesn’t let us get away with much but He brings us to a place of surrender and obedience and He has this clever way of making us think it was our choice.  Well, actually, it IS our choice.  But He brings us to that place where we actually WANT to make that choice. And that’s the beauty of it.   And that’s where we need to be.  And once we’ve made the choice He helps us stay the course.  I love that too.

And I love feeling like I can do things…get things done.  Be creative. Clean the house (let me tell you,  you’d have been appalled at how low my cleaning standards had taken a dive.  I thought the fam was going to stage an intervention).  How ugly I was willing to leave the house and be seen in public. ( That one even alarmed me).  How lazy.  How uninterested.  Skipping church.  Not walking.  Even losing my interest in cooking and baking and entertaining…  The cornerstone of my existence.

But I’m back.  I mean as much as someone at 66 can be back.  LOL  I’m interested and engaged and I can feel motivation and energy welling up inside.  I’m in my groove.  Thank you Lord.  “Though I walk thru the valley of the shadow of death, tho art with me…