The Muffin Top Dilemma

Has it really been since March 1st that I updated my blog? My one committed follower gently prodded to me to write another post, so here I am. For her, and for anyone else who is silently stalking my one-way gabfest.

My lack of commitment to this blog by no means reflects my commitment to my lifestyle change. I am still holding strong, even though the results are few and far between. I have reached a plateau and no matter where I search, I cannot find the push I need to get up and go for it again. I am still diligent in my trips to the gym, but I seem to be slipping in the eating department. No where near the gluttony of my past, but I am just tired of being good all the time.

The single ray of sunshine in an otherwise dark journey: I met my 6 month goal (of going down two pant sizes) in only 3.5 months!

However, there is a "however" lurking around in the next paragraph.

However, the two-size-smaller jeans only lasted a day. I must have been having a fabulous afternoon when I tried on the jeans, because the next day they were a no-go. Physically I could get in and out of them easily enough, it was the muffin top hanging over the jeans that I had a problem with.

My name is Rebekah and I am a People Watcher. I constantly watch other people and silently speculate why the do what they do, why they say the things the say, and why in the world they wear the things they wear. During my People Watching I have often used the phrase "Just because you can get it on, doesn't mean you should be wearing it."

Since I try to not live the life of a hypocrite, I don't want to wear jeans that draw attention to my lovely love handles. This is why I exchanged the jeans for the next size up. (I did wait about three days so I could bask in the glory of owning jeans that size again though!)

So here I am, 115 days into my odyssey and only slightly disheartened. After all, I am down a solid pant size and I still have 2 and 1/2 months to reach my goal! I am learning that God does care about my needs, and as petty as I feel when I tell Him I want to loose another jean size, I know He cares. As I was telling a friend the other day, it's time I start treating the temple of God with some respect - and this is a task I can only do successfully with His help.