So, maybe this uber-busy, super-stressed schedule is good for me after all. Sure, I may not have time to keep the house clean, and my kids may run out of clean underwear, and the dog may go days before I remember to feed him. (I’m kidding.) But I did drop another pound this week, bringing the total to 28 lbs. Incidentally, this matches the lowest I reached last fall – but it was a mid-week weighing and so wasn’t recorded on the updates. Only two more pounds and the tens digit in my weight reduces by one. And that’s a number I haven’t seen on the scale since my first year of marriage…when I was on the way UP.
Since last October, I was happy just to hold steady. With all the upheaval in our lives and the inconsistency of our schedules due to chemo treatments, doctor visits, and medical “procedures”, we both knew it was unrealistic to expect that we’d be able to continue to follow the guidelines of the plan as closely as we had been. But now our excuses have run out and it’s time to commit or quit. And quite frankly, we put too much effort in and worked to hard to get where we are now to quit before we reach the finish line.
So here’s to the finish line, and to sticking it out until the job is done.
“Forgetting what is behind, and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.” (Phil 3:14)