Folks like usin salt and butter in food. I don’t usually use either. Salt almost never. Butter depends on what I’m cooking. It’s usually a season with sodium (Cavendar’s) and some form of, liquid or spray, Olive Oil.
Salt flavors but sends blood pressure up and causes water retention. Most of us get plenty without adding straight salt-unless we have medical things going on. Butter is basically flavored fat. So there’s that.
Not to mention all the sugar we consume. Sure, salt, butter, and sugar taste good. But too much is not good for us. It has lead to our obesity and obesity related health issues.
The salt of the earth ain’t where I’m going on tuhday.
In Matthew 7:13 (KJV), Jesus says wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction. All that fat, salt, sugar. All that sin. All that stuff contrary to the Word and will of God. Just wide and fat. But it sure tasted good.
Good news. Jesus told us to enter through the straight gate because straight is the gate and narrow is the way that leads to life (Matthew 7:13-14 KJV). Keep our weight down. Watch what we eat. Watch what we consume. Keep our lives, our circles tight and right.
I’m on a weight loss journey. Holistically. Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually. Physically. Why? Hebrews 12:1 (KJV) Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,
Also. Good stewardship over this body. Bump just stewarding money well (Matthew 25:14-30). My body is the temple of the Holy Ghost (1 Corinthians 6:19). Obesity ain’t stewarding this body well. I don’t think I’m gluttonous overall (Proverbs 23:2-3; Matthew 23:25-26). Ya know. Just some times when the food is good. Genetics and a sedentary life aren’t helpful. But I gotta prosper and be in good health even as my soul prospers (3 John 1:2).
Faith y’all. Faith.
Faith without works is dead. James 2:17. The whole chapter is worth reading.
My brain is finna feel dead. I have four posts to edit in addition to the four? I’ve finished and Proverbs 21. Sheesh. It’s my fault though. Poor planning and time management. Digression.
But, works require us to do something. God gives us insight and wisdom on how to obtain some things that we pray for. Either we miss it or are stubborn, obstinate, don’t want to do it His way.
If we do nothing the faith we had to ask for it or believe it would happen dies. Why? Because we do not obtain what we believed through our failure to act.
There are some things and miracles God just does and gives. I’m not talking about that.
I want to lose weight. I want to drink more water. I asked God for help. This isn’t the first time. I have tried.
I didn’t love exercising. I didn’t love water. Usually didn’t drink much of anything unless it came with the meal and could eat without any beverage. Didn’t love the outdoors. Ion like weather extremes after living in the cold midwest and hot south and not being out in it much as a child.
Something happened in the middle of the pandemic. Y’all, for my Apostolic/Pentecostal/Holiness/well informed folk, I just quickened.
In the middle of death. In the middle of devastation. In the middle of uncertainty. In the middle of chaos. In the middle of confusion. In the middle of confinement. In the middle of quarantine. In the middle of loss. While I was essential personnel. While I worked every scheduled shift unless I requested off. I lost weight while others gained it.
I would love to say I worked hard. But I didn’t really work at all. I just stopped eating more than one maybe two meals. It was really laziness. I was staying up after I got off at midnight and sleeping or not wanting to go get food. I wasn’t cooking. I feel like I may have said some of this elsewhere. Forgive me. It’s worth repeating.
Once I saw what I had done while accidentally, inadvertently intermittently fasting, I was sold. I bought a half-gallon igloo and decided to drink my water. I started craving it.
I started walking in the park and loved it. I get irritable, definitely today, when I can’t go outside and walk due to the weather. I have been out in walking in the teens or low twenties at the coldest. I just bundle up. I have come to love, love, love God’s nature.
I don’t just eat vegetables and healthily. As a matter of fact, I lost weight eating junk and fast food. I stopped most of the bad stuff at first. I don’t eat nearly as much junk as before. My water intake has slowed. As has the exercise. Moving and having a different lifestyle is an interesting adjustment. But somehow, I am still losing.
I have worked my faith and God has been gracious to me.
Whatever you are believing God for, figure out what your part is. And walk it out. Work it. He just may be waiting on you.
I’m yelling cuz I mean that thang.
I’ve been heavier than others most of my life. It is what it is.
I’ve starved myself and been smaller for a while. Unsustainable.
I’ve done keto while working full time and going to law school part time. It was physician supervised and was team a lot. Unsustainable.
I’ve tried multiple things multiple times. What was it? Unsustainable.
I started working 4-midnight October 2019.
I don’t really mess with breakfast. When I worked during the day I would do lunch and dinner. For multiple, various reasons, I was only really eating once meal maybe twice between four and midnight. Sometimes I’d eat a snack after I got home.
I went to the doctor November 2019. I saw my weight. Not surprised. At some point during the pandemic, I went to urgent care and I’d lost weight.
I went to the doctor October 2020. I was already planning on discussing losing weight among other things. Color me surprised that I lost more weight.
I told her that I didn’t eat right cuz I didn’t do breakfast and keto was too much food for me. She pooh poohed at that. She told me about intermittent fasting.
I’m pretty sure a former coworker who lost a decent amount of weight told me about it too.
I told her, or figured out, that I was basically doing it anyway. While eating junk and fast food.
The actual reason around October for the weight loss was that I would stay up after work until 2, 4, 6 am and then sleep all day or not want to leave to get food.
I didn’t have groceries at the house on the regular. It’s an interesting thing buying food and cooking for one person. And I don’t like eating the same thing for a week. I could also just cook at work depending on what I wanted.
She told me to read a book on intermittent fasting and to drink at least a half gallon of water a day.
Things got rough. I wasn’t drinking enough of anything let alone water prior to that visit. I was retaining water. I was walking too. The scale was not moving down. I think it went up.
I went back and found out I was likely dehydrated. I went back to the doctor from 2019 in December. Found out I had lost 11 pounds in a year but only two since October.
I told people so what. I felt like it was a test to see if I would keep going. I said I would. And did.
Well the end of December hit. I was tired and not feeling well. The water and exercising went down a bit.
I went on vacation. I did get some exercise in. Water was still down
I moved nine hours away last week. Water and exercise down.
But guess what happened when I got on the scale this morning? Down 13 pounds from October.
It doesn’t matter what it looks like. It doesn’t matter how hard it is. It doesn’t matter that you’ve failed before.
KEEP GOING! DON’T BE DISCOURAGED!
I am grateful to see the end of the year mostly unscathed.
I lost a family member to the rona.
Four family members definitely recovered. One likely recovered.
A childhood friend’s mom was lost to the rona.
An asthmatic family member lost their life due to a chemical reaction.
I lost an uncle due to a variety of health issues.
An uncle was rushed to the hospital, and though serious, it wasn’t as bad as was thought.
Two coworkers and a boss tested positive for the rona and have recovered.
I am no longer on speaking terms with my father. 21 years of foolishness resulted in my departure-at his prodding-for my peace of mind.
Endured the craziest three point five weeks with a male I have ever experienced in the middle of a pandemic.
Left some friends-acquaintances-alone.
Left some family members alone.
Reconnected with some friends I let go.
Made a new friend.
Made some new connections.
Followed purpose with expectation of fulfilled vision-from years ago. Not a catchy 2020 gimmick.
Realized some things that I needed to work on and change.
Saw some growth.
2020 was wild.
But the BEST thing? Focusing on the best friend I’ll ever have, my big brother, my Lord, my Savior.
I’ve been coasting and on autopilot. When Jesus and I are cool, winds and waves don’t play.
I ended this year forced to look to him.
It’s been wild.
But it’s been worth it.
Here’s to 2021.
A multiple of seven.
Biblical meaning of completion.
I expect Jesus to complete some things.
I expect craziness. It wouldn’t be my life without some tests and trials.
I know who’s got me.
I don’t expect easy.
But I expect peace. I expect joy. I expect good things-no matter how it looks or feels.
Cuz I rock with the one who can speak to whatever I face.
I am never alone or forsaken.
That alone makes it well with my soul.