At this point, it feels like a Sarah and Abraham thing, where all good sense tells me what to do, I call this my intellect, or reasonable side, and when I give up and let God, nothing happens. So, just as Sarah figured out intellectually how to fulfill God's promise to Abraham she acted on it, and gave her hand maid in her place, but when she came to herself she didn't really like the idea, and that is where I am right now. I follow diets because they seem to work, but, when they don't I think, well, they were wrong in the first place, but they after it is gone my weight loss goal is still present, so I ought to do something, well, such and such actually worked, but it costs money, so I need to make money, playing games which attaboy me with all of the Health guru advertisements. It, for a latter-day Saint, is like going to a fast and testimony meeting of diets and health plans, and each ad full of testimonies, "It works for everyone else, but you. You must be a freak. "
But, this week, our youth lesson is on priesthood power, and it got me thinking 🤔 if I truly believe in this power, as I claim to, then surely if I asked for God to help me, he would. That's it! I will ask for a priesthood blessing. I can overcome this funk. Being physically attractive is NOT the reason or promise of my existence. And frankly, I would rather not even think about it. I believe, without the influence of those stupid apps and games, that my failure is because I am not sticking to anything. And the reason, I can and probably will succeed is through following my intuitive self, even if it seems entirely unlikely or that I am moving in the wrong direction. Last time, I started gaining weight and instantly jumped back to the plan that worked, but, again constantly having to tweak this or that because it just "felt" wrong. I even asked Mary if maybe it was a yo-yo diet thing, that, sure it works as long as you stay on it, but it is actually damaging me. Like IF. I lost tons of weight and loved it, until I realized that weight loss was not due to fasting it was due to muscle loss, and I needed to eat, but actually struggled to do so, because my body had adapted.
This morning was hard, I did not want to run, and I recalled a podcast where a woman said that she actually gaing weight and size when she started training for a race. No diet plan even suggested that I run, and everyone else in my house was still asleep. Still, I got up and forced myself to do it chanting in my head, it will get easier, if you do it! And I want to rund because I love running, not for and other purpose and I definitely will never run again without enduring the pain and struggle, plus, each morning I do not run signals that it is not important anyway, but it is. I have been promised that I can accomplish anything I set my self to, and it is merely important that the things I set out to accomplish are of eternal significance. This morning was not about running, it was about accomplishing. Accomplishing only happens when we stick to something....much like having FHE and family prayers. They would be hard to make people do, if they had not simply become habitual. I intend to run every morning at 6:30. Not for a race. Not to loose weight. But, because that is what I do.