Why I’m Not Eating Chik-Fil-A Today

I’m not eating at Chick-Fil-A today.

Is it because I disagree with their stance on gay marriage? Not necessarily. I’d go into more detail, but this post isn’t about gay marriage, it’s about Chick-Fil-A Appreciation Day.

Is it because I think they shouldn’t have the right to publicly share their opinions regarding gay marriage? Absolutely not. This is America, folks, thank you Jesus. We ALL get to have an opinion, and we like it that way.

I’m not eating at Chick-Fil-A today because I don’t think it’s what Jesus would do. When Jesus disagreed with someone’s views, he didn’t encourage large droves of people to express his disagreement by shoving it in their faces. He didn’t tell his followers to congregate in public and alienate the sinful.

On the contrary, Jesus hung out with the prostitutes. He forgave the murderers. He talked with, loved on and nurtured the wayward. He incited change in the hearts of those he met not because he exercised his right to free speech and proved he was right, but because he approached them with love and respect. He was different. He protected the guilty in the faces of their executioners. He DIED for those who sought to kill him.

He died for me. He loves me. ME. The despicable, guilty, hell deserving person than I am. Even with all of my gossip, the lies I’ve told, the people I’ve hurt and the commandments I’ve broken. He loves me.

And guess what? He loves the homosexual community, too. With fiery, deep, overwhelming and powerful love, he loves them. Jesus desires them as much as he desires us straight people. He calls us to love them, too.

So today, I won’t eat Chick-Fil-A. I will exercise my right to vote on this issue when the opportunity arises, and I encourage everyone else to do so as well.

Weight Loss: A Marathon, NOT a Sprint

October 2011 to April 2012

For almost eight months now, I’ve been working on losing weight. In October of last year, I weighed 293 pounds, a record high for me. Seeing that number on the scale was heartbreaking, and admitting that it was accurate was even more difficult.

But I persevered. I joined Weight Watchers and picked up running. I changed my diet and stopped making excuses. I went out for runs when I would have rather sat on the couch. I ate carrots when I really wanted chocolate. I drank water when I wanted wine. I ran a 5k race without stopping. I sacrificed. I pushed. And I lost 63 pounds in seven months. I am halfway to my goal.

That brings me to today, and I am struggling. I’m not afraid to say it- I’m tired. After watching every bite, logging every single mile, and staying focused every day of the week, I am tired. Here’s the deal, friends: it’s fun to eat what I want. It’s way more fun to sit and watch TV than it is to go out for a run. I’m one of those girls who can sit down on the couch and eat an entire jar of Nutella without stopping. I’m the girl who can put away a family sized bag of potato chips after eating dinner, then chase it with a sleeve of Oreos, and here’s the real kicker: I enjoy every second of it. My stomach doesn’t hurt, I don’t feel sick. On the contrary; that feeling of fullness feels GOOD. I’ve discussed this with my much thinner sisters, and both have said they dislike (even hate) that super-full feeling. But I don’t. I LIKE IT. I find myself craving that feeling- even chasing it. Uncomfortable as it is to admit, I’m relatively confident I’m addicted to that feeling.

Here I am, deservedly facing a weigh-in tomorrow morning that I know won’t be pretty, struggling. I’ve been here before. I’ve lost weight, then slacked, and watched the scale creep back up and then past my previous weight. I don’t want to do that again. The prospect of it is nothing less than terrifying.

So what’s next?

Here’s my little personal pep-talk for this coming week (and maybe it’ll help you, too):

  1. Losing weight, any amount, is hard. Losing 5 lbs is hard. Losing 120 lbs is hard. Wherever I am on the journey, it’s hard, and it’s okay to admit it.
  2. It’s okay to tell myself how awesome I am for every pound I lose. I deserve my post-weigh-in dance of victory.
  3. It is NOT okay to give up. It would be a shame to undo all of this hard work, wouldn’t it? I mean, can you think of anything more disappointing than to have amazed oneself for 6 long months, only to undo it all in a matter of weeks? I can’t. It would be like an artist destroying a piece of work. This 60-pounds-lighter body is a piece of work, my friends, and it’s NOT okay to give up on it just because I got tired.
  4. There’s a reason I’m chasing that super full feeling, and it’s not pretty. For me, eating lots of food does two things for me: satisfies my need to reward myself, and satisfies my need to punish myself. You see, I’m an emotional eater. If I’m happy, I want to eat. If I’m stressed, I want to eat. If I’m nervous, embarrassed, or feeling guilty – oh mercy, get out of the way unless you want to lose a digit. Knowing this about myself is actually a good thing. It’s high time I find another way to reward myself. (Ideas welcome!) It’s also high time I stop feeling the need to punish myself. (Prayers welcome!)
  5. A majority of the success we experience, in any area of our lives, is the culmination of many tiny, consecutive, good decisions. Losing weight doesn’t have to be the big dramatic thing I make it out to be: remembering that my craving for Nutella tonight is just a teeny weeny moment in the grand timeline of my life helps me keep the decision to abstain in perspective. I can skip the Nutella right now – and right now, that’s all that matters.
  6. I am awesome- a fact that doesn’t change even when I have a bad week. (I’m allowed to be a little prideful in my own pep-talks.)
  7. This journey is a marathon. No one has ever lost 120 lbs in a month. This kind of thing takes determination and self control more than anything. Just keep going. Stop thinking it’s impossible. Start believing #6.

Sigh. I feel much better about the coming week, don’t you? This is doable!

Do you give yourself pep-talks? I want to hear them- I NEED to hear them! Share them in the comments.

 

 

Product 365: 44

I tell ya, when it rains it pours, and it’s been POURING around here when it comes to firsts for Miss Abby. Yesterday, her first tooth. Today, she propped herself up on her hands and knees and *almost* crawled. (Just in time to visit Grandma’s non-baby-proofed house, btw! HAHA!)

Project 365: 42

Every once in a while, you KNOW my food-blogger side comes out, and I just have to post a photo of something I made/ate/loved. This is all three- Leftover Revamp: Fried Rice.

Want the recipe? Check out my food blog, The Frugal Flambe.

Project 365: 40

It’s been such a busy week. The hubbster has been sick, the kids have been cooped up, we’ve had meetings and appointments and all sorts of stuff. I keep forgetting about my photo of the day until right before bed! Luckily, I’ve got a little girl who just happens to make the cutest little faces late at night. Boom. Photo done. LOVE this girl.

Project 365: 38

My little one hates being fed with a spoon. She will go from bright and smiley to dreary and pleading in 10 nanoseconds when she sees the baby food come out of the pantry. She could not be more different than her brother, who adored eating anything. At least she’s keeping me on my toes, though, right?