So this Easter weekend, I’ve been thinking about the concept of freedom. It’s a big concept, right? Ask anybody what freedom means to them, and you’ll probably get a different answer. I mean, think about freedom in the context of war and our soldiers. Wow. Think about religious freedom, and people around the world dying for what they believe. Think about political freedom. Think about freedom of speech, and all the other freedoms the Constitution of the United States bestows on its citizens.
But the freedom I’ve been thinking specifically about this weekend, you know, with it being Easter and all, is spiritual freedom. Read my story here of how the truth of God’s word freed me from a lifetime of trying to be someone other than who I was. If you don’t feel like reading that story, let me just say, folks, that there is incredible freedom in just being who you are. No, I don’t mean just let it all hang out wherever you are! Manners and discretion are important, but just drop the mask. It’s okay that all your ducks aren’t in a row!
And as I’ve mulled over this incredible gift of spiritual freedom and just enjoying being the ME that God made me to be, I began to think about how much physical fitness mirrors this concept of spiritual freedom.
Here’s the thing. I felt almost as trapped by an obese body as I did by a deceived mind. Just as my erroneous beliefs of who I was affected how I acted, my obese body affected where I went and what I did.
Listen, I could find any excuse in the book to not attend a social function when I was fat. And then I would lie on the couch and have a cry because I felt lonely. Anyone know what I’m talking about?
Seriously, I was letting my desire for food rob me of life. When I put food in its proper place, lost the weight and put my body in a place to function more effectively and efficiently–Wow! The world became this never-ending amusement park, full of places to go, things to try, adventures to tackle.
No, of course, everything’s not rosy. Please. I still have tough days. I still struggle with erroneous thoughts. I still make bad food choices. (Yep. I ate Cheetos last week. Can we say bad food choice?)
But the point I’m trying to make is that being fit makes it so much easier for my body to just do what it’s supposed to do. Because the work of just moving and caring for my body has eased, I have the strength, energy, confidence, and desire to try new things.
Fitness has given me a different kind of freedom. How can I help you get there?
Talk to me:
What did you do on Easter?
Is there something weight is holding you back from doing, or at least, trying?