Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift. 2 Corinthians 9:15 NIV Bible
I don't weigh myself often, because one of the lessons the Lord showed me is that I was letting the scale and what it said, have power over me and how I felt. Over the last six months or so, I would get really close to my goal weight, but each time I would realize this, I found that I got apprehensive! Shortly afterward, I would find myself eating large amounts of unsalted peanuts, or some other healthy splurge, feeling relieved that it would keep my weight from dropping any lower.
The day before yesterday, I thought the supposed three pound bag of blueberries was much lighter than those I had previously bought. I decided to weigh the back to see if that was accurate or not. The bag didn't weigh enough to register on our bathroom scale, so I had to step on the scale and get my weight, and then, step on the scale again, with the bag of frozen blueberries in my hands, to be able to calculate the difference. I was correct, the bag of blueberries was lighter, but only by about two ounces. Unfortunately, that situation caused a uncomfortable chain of emotions.
I realized that I was about 6 1/2 pounds from my goal weight, despite my having more healthy snacks lately. I had been fully dressed with my windbreaker still on, and usually they say that your clothes and shoes add 5 pounds to your weight, so that actually meant I was within 5 pounds of my goal weight, but I wasn't happy about it. Praying about it, I was made aware, that I'm always secretly concerned that the reason that my weight was so low, was because I had cancer or something that caused it to dip. But I had a thorough exam about six months ago, and that's not the case. I had to come to terms with the possibility that God was giving me the gift of my goal weight, and I had been fighting it! This opens up soooooo much for me to be prayerful about!
