So go ahead and dream. See the weight loss commercials and ads on TV and online and even hear them on the radio… go ahead and dream. Dream that those pounds will just drip off by some special pill or magic cleanse or even surgery. Hey, I can talk. I have been there. My history of weight loss (and weight gain) is a long one and it starts as early as first grade and all the way to now.
My earliest weight loss was in 7th grade. I lost 30 pounds from jumping on our backyard trampoline. I was convinced that if I jumped 1000 times on the trampoline that I would lose one whole pound. I did this and lost weight. I was proud.
I gained it back and then some. By the time I graduated from high school, I was so ashamed of my weight. After years of ridicule and teasing, I allowed food to comfort every pain from words that sliced, but this only made my predicament worse.
I lost 80 pounds in Bible School. I constricted. I constricted all carbohydrates. Let me tell you, that was a quick loss. I lost these pounds in a matter of months, but it was so limited that it could have been considered borderline eating disorder. I was fitting in smaller clothes and I felt good. I got my hair permed for a long, curly head of hair. I felt beautiful. I even started to jog.
I gained the weight back, and you guessed it, and even more. I was now at my top weight. With a herniated disc and while attending Northwestern College in St. Paul, I was huge and utterly embarrassed of my size. And yet, not a single pound stopped me from meeting the love of my life. I dyed my hair dark brown and wore spanx often. I tried to lose weight, but I was so lost in my comfort eating that I couldn’t cope without the loving arms of food.
When falling in love and thinking you may have found your future spouse, health comes in conversation. My hubby is a healthy guy. He is thin and likes to eat healthy and be healthy and just be active. Me, well, I love the concept, but I was never sure how to live that life. I obviously had moments in the past of healthiness. Exercising. Jogging. Jumping. Watching calories and carbohydrates and just learning about food, but I could never make it a lifestyle change.
I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome in 2003, which pretty much meant my body could not breakdown sugars and having babies was fairly slim. The infertility part hurt me the most.
I dropped to a feel-good-never-been-that-small-since-middle-school weight after I married Tyler. This definitely took some help from dieticians and doctors…those who know me best know my story. But I lost a good, healthy amount of weight.
I became pregnant. I gained 50 pounds. Tosten was born. I lost 30 pounds.
Months later, I became pregnant again. Gained 30 pounds. Olivea was born. I lost 15 pounds.
If you’re doing the math, I never lost all my weight from either of my pregnancies. Breastfeeding isn’t the answer. Don’t be deceived. Breastfeeding alone will not make you lose weight…but breastfeeding with a healthy lifestyle will.
So here I am again, doing the weight loss thing! Those ads lure me. I even see friends selling cleanses and even some friends that lost large amounts of weight with special pills and I will admit, my body salivates for such an easy solution. But something reeks. Something doesn’t seem right.
I am almost four months postpartum and I am happy to report I have lost all Olivea’s pregnancy weight. I guess I learned from Tosten’s womb-time and decided not to waste a moment. If I am breastfeeding, which I am, I’m not going to waste those extra milk-making calories! Now to lose the weight I carried with Tosten…I’m almost there, too! I am rejoiced to report that I only have ten more pounds left from his pregnancy until I am at my pre-pregnancy weight! Woot! Woot!
Do you want to know my secret? Message me privately and I’ll tell you…ha! Just kidding! My secret is easy…Jesus!
I brought Jesus into it. Do you know that every time I reached for that Snickers or cookie or bowl of ice cream, if I really stopped to think, I realized I was trying to fill a deeper need with food. I was craving something, and all my life I thought I could fill that longing with something that filled my belly, but that never truly satisfied. Nothing of this earth can really satisfy that bottomless yearning…not even the love of my favorite person in the world, Tyler Lee!
The more I delve into this lifestyle of letting God fill that void and even allowing him to curb my appetite (for food), the more I realize this wasn’t just a surface issue that I had to deal with, but it was a huge stumbling block for me. This weight issue was just big enough to suffocate all other possible fruits that I could produce. It stopped growth. It stopped my dependence on Christ. It stopped any change and only held me captive and on a leash. Fear took hold and I allowed myself to live a mediocre life…a life of defeat…a life that is only a shadow of what God had intended for me.
I know I’m not alone out there. I know this is a leash we, as women, allow ourselves to be tied to. We do this to ourselves. We let the devil keep us stuck!
Even if you surrender these longings to Christ and the weight doesn’t fall off, don’t let that stop you! It isn’t about weight! It is about taking that longing and giving it to Jesus! It is giving Him what He yearns for and what He deserves! There will come a point that you crave Him so much that the desire of all those foods that damage won’t seem as tempting and just by seeking the right things, health will follow…if not in the body right away, at least where it matters, in your being.
So go ahead, sisters, dream! But dream about something more real! Dream of sinking your chompers into the Book of Life instead of cardboard food or some magic pill. Drink from the One that will satisfy more than any earthly food or beverage could possibly fill…Jesus Christ satisfies.
Oh, and 30 pounds and counting in only a little over two months. And that, my dear ones, is by filling my stomach with something that truly fills. Praise Jesus! He is the only reason this can be the truth!