26 weeks. The half year mark. Hard to believe six months have gone by already. At the same time I almost can't recall when I wasn't paying attention to diet and nutrition. It's just kinda habitual now. Weird.
As of Monday morning I'm down to
which makes a total of almost 59 pounds in those 26 weeks. So, in one sense I'm becoming the man I want to be.
But in so many other ways, I'm not. I find that I keep messing up. I do it so often that I think that I can't do anything else sometimes. I lose sight of who I am meant to be. I believe the lie. But, thankfully, I don't have to.
It happens so regularly that it's predictable. The moment I decide to do good, sin is there to trip me up. I truly delight in God's commands, but it's pretty obvious that not all of me joins in that delight. Parts of me covertly rebel, and just when I least expect it, they take charge.(Thanks for the encouragement Hope!)
I've tried everything and nothing helps. I'm at the end of my rope. Is there no one who can do anything for me? Isn't that the real question?
The answer, thank God, is that Jesus Christ can and does. He acted to set things right in this life of contradictions where I want to serve God with all my heart and mind, but am pulled by the influence of sin to do something totally different.(Romans 7:21-25, The Message)
Photo credit to Bessarro.