Ice Cream


My dinner for the last two nights has been a BOWL of ice cream. Not like a little spoonful to satisfy my temporary craving, but a whole bowl (with chocolate syrup.)

And then I was sad. 

I got on the scale this morning and I was the lowest weight I’ve been in over a year.

And then I liked myself. 

I had Chick-fil-A for lunch (grilled chicken - don’t be fried chicken over here.) But then I ate all of the fries.

And then I hated myself. 

I tried on a pair of pants in a scary-for-me size.

And then I loved myself. 

What a crazy rollercoaster this getting healthy thing is. 

As many times as I fail and “fall off” the wagon, I will get back up and start again. I do it for the girl in the pic on the left. She could’ve decided we were already close to 200 lbs, so why not just let it go? She set her alarm, got her booty out of bed and pressed play on that workout. 

I might be TERRIBLE at the whole nutrition thing, but I’ll keep pressing on and reminding myself that my worth doesn’t come from the number on the scale, on how well I ate that day, or anything else.

My worth is only found in Jesus. He calls me redeemed, adopted, worthy, and LOVED.