Thinking can be so exhausting at times...
and so can writing.
I always thought writing out my thoughts was a sort of release. Just getting those words tumbling around in my mind, out on to paper somehow seemed to make everything clearer.
Like a weight had been lifted.
I haven't found that with blogging...maybe because it is so un-private.
And as I said here, I'm a private person.
At some point though, I guess we all have to own up to who we are. So I'm trying...
I am struggling to find balance in my life lately. In so many areas!
Some of those areas are small, maybe even insignificant...like not spending too much time on my appearance, but not wearing my pajama pants all day, wink*
Some areas are more significant.
I struggle mentally and physically sometimes on a daily basis with keeping balance in this area. I have struggled since high school...sometimes choosing to go without eating for days, sometimes choosing to not keep what I've eaten in my body, sometimes eating more french fries in a week than a human being should.
It is a battle I have fought and lost in the past. It is a battle I still fight today.
The more stress I feel, the harder I find the balancing act to be.
I try really hard to just eat healthy foods, appropriate portions, and do at least some kind of exercise.
But then there are the times that I look in the mirror and see the stretch marks, the lumps and bumps...
and I start to see-saw.
I start to think about how thin other women are. I start to think about every calorie, every carb.
I choose to see my outward appearance as greater than my inward.
And I search through my memory for some small nugget of truth that says,
God looks on the heart.
He wants me to be healthy. He wants me to see who I am in Him.
And I want that too!
But I forget it sometimes...
I want to be healthy. I want to have a settled heart and balanced mind, so I can tell others that they aren't defined by the clothes they wear or the size they are.
That they are cherished, and precious, and beautiful to their Creator.
But I have to believe it myself...
So I'm fighting the thoughts. I'm fighting the feelings. I'm fighting for truth.
Maybe it seems silly...struggling over whether or not to stop for a milkshake,
whether to do 30 or 45 minutes on the elliptical, whether or not to skip a meal.
But I struggle.
And I'm tired.
And I'm trying to hold tightly to hope.
Hope in the promise that someday I won't struggle anymore. Hope that tomorrow is a new day and I won't feel as tired of the battle. Hope that one day I'll be new and whole and perfect.
Hope that God can use me to encourage someone else...