Thoughts on Motivation

“People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing – that’s why we recommend it daily.” –Zig Ziglar

I’ve been overweight since 1986, but after many failed attempts to lose the excess weight, by 2006 I had gotten up to 325 pounds. In May 2008 I decided to give Weight Watchers another try and lost 70 pounds between then and early 2010. Unfortunately I stalled out and hit a wall after that and sort of lost the motivation to push through it. I’ve been up and down playing with the same 10-15 pounds ever since. I did pretty well this past fall though – I lost 17 pounds. But I had my gall bladder removed right before Christmas and was barely able to move around for a few weeks after that. That, and the fact I used both the holidays and my recovery period as an excuse to eat whatever I felt like eating (which translated to LOTS of comfort food – not exactly conducive to maintaining or continuing weight loss), resulted in my gaining back most of that 17 pounds.

When I first started losing weight back in 2008, my motivation was twofold. I wanted to lose it because I was unhappy with how I looked, and felt physically. But I mostly wanted to lose weight for my former husband (we were still together at the time). Like any wife who got complacent and let herself go over the years, I wanted the man I loved to find me attractive again. I also really wanted to make him proud of me. (there was a long stretch of time in our marriage when I wasn’t the kind of wife he could be proud of, so finally doing something to make him proud was important to me) As I said though, that motivation fizzled out by early 2010. (doing something like that for another person can only keep you going for just so long, I think) I would have lost more during that time if I had exercised regularly, but I didn’t. I was too lazy to push myself outside my comfort zone anywhere near as often as I should have, so my weight loss was very slow and sporadic – which ultimately goes back to motivation – doing it for my husband, and even for myself, wasn’t enough to drive me to overcome my laziness.

This past fall my motivation was, in all honesty, both for me and to make myself more attractive given that I am now officially “back on the market.” (why do I have the sudden urge to “moo?”) As shallow as that may seem for those thinking, “any guy who isn’t interested in you for YOU isn’t worth your time,” I have to keep reminding myself that first impressions matter and guys are primarily visual.

Anyway, by last weekend I finally felt recovered from my surgery enough to start exercising again. I really do want to finish losing weight so I can be healthier and look and feel better about myself, but as I thought and prayed about my weight loss and fitness goals it hit me that more than anything I really want to do this for the Lord.

“Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body.” (1 Co. 6:19-20)

Not only do I want to honor my Heavenly Father with a healthy “temple”, I want to make Him proud of me. And you know, there is such a huge difference between wanting to make my former husband proud of me and wanting to make my Daddy God proud of me. I know God loves and accepts me completely AS IS. There is nothing I can do to make him love or accept me any more than He does right at this moment. I am His beloved daughter – His little princess. He is ALREADY proud of me, so there is no pressure. To Him, I am perfect just the way I am. There is such freedom in that kind of unconditional love and acceptance!

I’ve used food as my “drug” of choice as far back as childhood. I can honestly say I was a food addict. I turned to food the way an alcoholic turns to alcohol or a drug user turns to drugs. With that in mind, I was praying for healing from something in particular at the front of the church during worship one Sunday morning a few months ago, and I felt what I can only describe as an electric current pass through my body from the top of my head down to my feet. I felt that God had healed me of something, but I wasn’t sure if it was what I asked for or something else. So it was interesting when it started becoming apparent to me over the course of the next couple of weeks that God had healed me of my food addiction. I no longer “needed” food for emotional reasons. It was very exciting! But even though I knew that, I didn’t start walking in my healing right away. You see sometimes God will do a work in us, but we need to make a conscious choice to own it.

It’s kind of like this: let’s say you need can opener. So I go out, get you the best can opener on the market, wrap it up, and put it down on the table in front of you. “My goodness! What is it?” you ask, all excited.

“It’s a Can-Blaster 3000,” I reply.

“Oh Lauren, thank you so much! I needed a can opener and you got me the very best one!” you say as you throw your arms around me to give me a huge hug.

But in spite of the fact that you genuinely need it, you don’t even open the package. You had a need, I supplied that need, you KNOW I gave you what you needed, you’re truly thankful for the gift, but you don’t open and use it.

I didn’t use that particular gift He gave me – then. Even though I recognized that I no longer felt an emotional need to eat, I still CHOSE to comfort myself with food. (sweets in particular have always been a major weakness)

However, since last weekend something has changed inside. With a few exceptions (hey, I’m not perfect!)  I have been looking to God to be my primary source of comfort for the past couple of years, but now I’m at the point in my life where I’m ready for Him to be my ONLY source of comfort. I finally made the choice to walk in my healing – to open my gift. And you know something? This past week, for the first time ever, staying away from things I shouldn’t be eating in order to live a healthy lifestyle and lose weight has been a breeze. And surprise of all surprises, I’ve also been able to get out of bed a little earlier than usual every morning this week to exercise. I have never been a “morning person”, but having made the decision, it just really wasn’t difficult. (which, again, ultimately goes back to motivation)

So while I do still want to look better, feel better, and be healthier, my Daddy God is my motivation this time. I desire nothing more than to be, in every possible way, the woman He created me to be. I’m doing this as a gift for Him.

After all, He has given me the greatest possible gift.

“For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 6:23)

All I have to give Him is myself. And fortunately, that is enough.

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