Today’s the last day to order my diet book for only $5. Here’s part of the first chapter to the book that may show you that this book is much more than a “diet” book. It is a book on healthy thinking.
It was a Saturday morning in early December in sunny Colorado. I had just crawled out of bed. Late. I had slept in for a change. My husband (what a wonderful guy!) had made me a big breakfast. So I went straight from bed to the table, had my cup of coffee, and started in on the pancakes, sausage and fried potatoes Chris had cooked up. Chris enjoys making large breakfasts on weekend mornings, hearty meals for our entire family.
Syrup oozed deliciously down onto my plate as Chris gave me a grin … and my big brother walked up to the front door. What!? Tod lived in Wisconsin. What was he suddenly doing here? To my knowledge, he had never been to Colorado in his life. And I had not seen him for at least two years.
I ran to the door and threw my arms around him. He gave me his usual bear hug, the kind that cracks your back like a knuckle. We laughed and joked, “Look what the cat dragged in!” What a blessing to have the Saturday free, no errands to run and no previous plans. God set me up for this pleasant surprise.
Tod stayed for a good portion of the day. He cooked a hearty lunch for all of us. (He likes to cook just like Chris does.) The afternoon was filled with laughter and joy. We took tons of pictures.
Our busy lives revved back up after he left, and we didn’t get around to developing those pictures for another month. (We should have waited even longer.) I loved to see my brother, but I did not like the other person I saw in those pictures: ME. Was this the woman my brother saw? I was bulky and out of shape. My body was huge, my legs were bulging, my weight not able to be hid. Wow, I thought, I’ve really let my weight get out of hand.
We hear of genuine “crisis” moments where someone’s weight leads to heart attacks and other near-death situations. And compared to that, my “crisis” doesn’t seem very serious. “So what?” you may be thinking. “I feel that way every time I look in the mirror!”
But this was a crisis for me—every bit as much as the most shaking crisis. And it served as a breaking point for me. I had other reasons to be concerned about my weight, but they fell to the wayside and led to little change. My husband loved me no matter how big I was. I would become winded while playing with the kids—sometimes it was even hard to get off the floor after a bit of rough-and-tumble—but they understood. No judgment came from them.
But now, after this pictorial crisis, I wasn’t OK anymore. “My goodness,” I mentally choked, “I don’t want to be this way. I am someone I don’t want to be.”
A crisis, especially one concerning weight, can lead to spiraling depression. And more eating. For someone who likes food—correction—who loves food, the temptation to give in can be overwhelming. I’ve fallen into this spiral too many times. How could I lose weight, I would reason, when I really love to eat? I can’t starve myself!
But this time my crisis didn’t lead to depression. Or more eating. A resolve began stirring up inside me that gave me a determination to finally lose some weight and get into shape. “Self,” I said, “if your brother ever stops by again unannounced, you are going to look and feel great!”
Admit it: You’re at the same place. You wouldn’t be holding this book in your hands if you weren’t. You’ve experienced a crisis—just like so many other crises—but this time it’s different. The stronghold that justified your overweight body and lack of exercise finally broke. You could probably even write this chapter with a much better story than mine.
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