“And to keep me from being too elated by the abundance of
revelations, a thorn was given me in the flesh, a messenger of Satan, to harass
me, to keep me from being too elated.
Three times I begged the Lord about this, that it should leave me; but
he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in
weakness. I will all the more gladly
boast of my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content
with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities; for which I
am weak, then I am strong.” 2 Cor.
12:7-10
This is not an easy passage for me to wrap my head or my
heart around. I am used to being in
control or at least having the illusion that I am. I do not understand how when I am weak, I can
also be strong. Maybe that is not quite
accurate either. I understand that when
I, with all my faults and failings, get out of the way, God is stronger in
me. How do I make (allow) that to
happen?
The passage from 2 Corinthians is definitely the impetus for
me to sit down and actually write this, but there have been several occurrences
over the last week or so, that disposed me to hear this message. While I can think of so many other things I
could be doing, it seems important to at least put these thoughts and
reflections to pixels. I can always
chose later whether to publish them.
I was very open with my weight loss journey and to some
extent the struggle it has been to lose weight.
A couple of years ago, when I was writing these blogs more regularly, I
even said that I knew it would be a
struggle the rest of my life. Over the
last couple of years and, more specifically, the last six months, I have lost
track of what I knew. At least I think
that is what happened.
After having lost 85 pounds in a pretty short time, it felt
pretty good. I am sure I was much more
prideful than I should have been, but I did really believe and tried to share
that it wasn’t anything special that I was doing. Rather, it was God helping my through my
weakness. Once I went off the original diet
I was on, I regained 7-10 pounds, but that was expected given the type of
diet. I was mostly okay with that. I still held in my head that I wanted to lose
more weight. After all, I do not have a
flat tummy and I won’t even start on my thighs!
While there is a level of vanity in my desire to lose
weight, there is an even stronger desire for good health. I want to be around to see my grandchildren and
even my great grandchildren and being morbidly obese will prevent that from
happening. Since the initial weight
loss, I have had more medical challenges than I had in the previous 10 years
combined. Maybe that is not completely
true, and it sure seems that way now. There
was 4 months of vertigo, for no explained reason. There is “pet” which is actually my
submandibular gland which likes to expand to golf ball size at random
times. Of course, there were random
aches and pains which I chalked up to ‘settling’ and my body adjusting to my
new size and having been abused for too many years.
The culmination of the physical challenges what my
knee. I have never had knee problems,
but I developed one while practicing for the showcase Dana and I did in March. The doctor took some temporary measures to
help me dance the showcase, but they really only gave me about a month. I had surgery on my knee in early May. Since that surgery, I have regained 25 pounds
putting me only 50 pounds away from where I started 2 years ago.
Even as I write that, I question the way I am doing so. Why do I think of it as “regaining” what I
lost this time as opposed to the many times I had lost weight before? I do not really know the answer. Maybe it is because that point two years ago
really felt like it was life changing rather than just a diet? But was I ever really satisfied with where I
was at? I always wanted more loss. Is that greed or is it somehow okay because I
was still overweight?
In the almost 10 weeks since my surgery as I have watched
and felt my weight climb, I have considered many reasons and excuses. The anesthesia has really mucked with my
system. I am constantly craving carbs. I had to do rehabilitation but I really
couldn’t ‘exercise’. I am busy with
school and work. You can read these with
various inflections that will make them sound like a good reason or a rotten
excuse. I have. The excuse
that makes me the angriest is ‘I am planning two weddings!’ It is frequently offered to me by people who
want to help me wallow in my situation and I’ve even let it slip into my head a
few times. But my daughters’ weddings
are NOT the reason I am fat! I am very happy for each of them and I am thrilled
to be able to be part of the planning.
What is the real issue here? Why did I regain weight? I am sure that some of the excuses I offered
above may be a contributing factor.
Given the timing of the gain, I’d put the surgery and the after effects
pretty high on the list. Even still, I
think there is more to it than that. I
think that somewhere along the line, I lost track of who was working in me and
why. I started to think I was doing
this. I got lazy in my food
selections. I didn’t want to
inconvenience anyone to do something different for me when they were preparing
a meal. I did a many things and failed
to do many things. Perhaps the greatest
failure was remembering that it was God who helped me lose the weight and I
should continue to let him help me.
Where are things right now?
Well, like Paul, “a thorn was given me in the flesh”. I have begged God to remove it but he says, “My
grace is sufficient for you”. I don’t
think that is an excuse to regain everything I have lost but rather it is a
reminder to embrace the cross that I have been given and know that whatever
happens will be by God’s grace and not my feeble attempt to control the
situation.
“I will all the more
gladly boast of my weaknesses that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” Initially, I didn’t want to write or share
any about regaining weight. I mean, I
failed and unless you are some celebrity wanting to get a book or movie deal,
who shares when they screw up? That last
week or so I have had many signs pointing to me that I need to share. I shared the wonderful way God worked to help
me lose weight and now, I needed to share that I am really struggling not only
to maintain, but to avoid gaining it all back.
Where do I go from here?
I am not sure. Of course, I’d
really like to at least lose the 25 I gained before Christina’s wedding, but I
am not sure that is realistic. Going
back on Ideal Protein really isn’t an option for me. I’m too active and it does not give me the
long term way of eating that I think I need.
I really think my best option is a more Paleo plan, but I have been
trying to do that the last few weeks and I find the carb cravings are
unbelievable. I also get that yucky
feeling only a few hours after having eaten.
I am trying, though I am not sure what I am trying. Right now, I think it is just to admit where
I’m at, stand back and see where God is leading me. It’s not about me being strong, but Him being
strong in and through me. Pray for me!

