Weighing On Me

Okay, so a little more than three pounds.

My friend Alli is getting married this summer! Since I'm a bridesmaid, I will be wearing a purple, strapless, tight dress. And I'm nervous. Especially because I decided to buy my dress a size down. 

I mean, I can fit into it...if I don't move or breathe.

The weight topic is so frustrating to me. It's being thrown at us from every freaking direction.
Everyone is talking about it. EVERYONE...

EVEN TINY LITTLE GIRLS.

Are you kidding me, Kate Moss? Seriously.

And even though the message has changed a bit, we've just replaced "skinny" with "fit". And yes, I need to take care of my body. But constantly comparing and complaining, even if only to myself, about how unhappy I am that I haven't lost weight is just outright sinful. How disrespectful am I being to my God who created me? To my husband, family and friends that love me? Let's just say it: 

My body is an idol.

 As hard as I try, my body is always on my mind.

If only I was skinny.

If only I was taller.

If only I was prettier.

If only I had a different body.

If only...

So what can I do to change it?

I'm going to keep eating clean and healthy and working out,
because I need to be responsible and take care of my body.

But I'm also going to keep praying that God rip this idol from me, whatever it takes.

I am desperate to destroy this consuming idol.

 

How awful it is to worship my body - to worship the idea of being skinny or fit
or whatever word I want to use to make myself feel better about the fact that
I'm worshiping something or someone other than my God.

It's not going to happen overnight. I'm going to slip up. I'm probably going to feel guilty
when I grab Taco Villa on a busy night instead of cooking dinner at home. 

But I'm going to remind myself that I am free in Christ, and I don't have to be a slave to my body. 

I hope you'll join me. 

  

"I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well."

Psalm 139:14