At the beginning of the summer, I was feeling pretty good about myself. I was keeping busy with work, and I was actively working out, and I was loving working at the temple on Saturday mornings. I felt like I was in a good place, mentally and spiritually - invincible, almost. Like nothing could touch me. I was driving home from the temple one Saturday morning, feeling particularly untouchable, when I said to myself, "Nothing can bring me down now; do your worst, Satan, you can't touch me!"
I don't know what made me say it in my mind. Who would think something like that? WHY would they think that? I don't know - pride, I guess. (Huh... I guess he COULD get to me.) In any case, I was thinking that he couldn't touch me spiritually, because I felt so strong. But I failed to be specific in my dare, and boy did I ever learn a lesson! Satan certainly has his ways of getting to you. I may still be spiritually strong, but since that day, my self esteem has gone steadily down, while my weight has been creeping up, up, up - in spite of doctor's visits and all the exercise that I like to do. Whatever discipline I had physically has been faltering, and I know that if I don't do something, I'm going to crash and burn - and, judging from the number on the scale, it would be a heavy and fiery crash!
So, with the help of my sisters, I decided to visit a diet & nutrition clinic, get some tips, and start an extremely rigid diet and exercise program. It's going to be hard - no more Coke with lime! - but it's going to be healthier for me overall. I made a goal to run another half-marathon next summer (I'm insane, I know), but I can do it. I'm going to get my weight and health under control. I'm going to stop eating donuts...
...and start eating more apples. :)
(AND stop challenging the devil.)
