I started the P90X regimen two days ago. The only thing that doesn't hurt are my fingers as I type... but I'm happy. The last time I was athletic was... um... Show Choir. Yeah. And 12 years and 3 babies later, it shows. I got rid of all my size 2's after my first son. I got rid of all my 6's after my second. After my daughter I resigned myself to a size 12. Really? It's not about the number, it's not. More about the fact that I gave up on myself.
Let's face it, I am a mother of 3 and I do like to eat. But it's time to be about Temple Business. 1 Corinthians 6:19-20 says Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body.
Do I actually expect to get ripped in 90 days? Nah. But I do expect to have more energy and confidence. Most of all, I want to set a good example for my children, about our bodies and God's word. I for sure want to drop the ability to do the truffle shuffle.
Lest you think I'm walking into deprivation, I'll have you know my reward for the 60 minute workout last night was 3 spoonfuls of Starbucks caramel macchiato ice cream. And I don't feel even almost bad about it; it wasn't the whole pint. The Word says temperate (moderate) in all things.
So I'm all in for the next 88 days. Even if it means that I no longer walk down my stairs... it's more like a controlled fall.
5,4 - 3,2...,