The Journey...

I started this blog in 2010 under the title "The Fat to Fit Chronicles" to document the training for and completion of my very first half-marathon. My decision to train was the first step on my journey from fat to fit. In my former life I was 319 lbs, depressed, and living a "less than" life.

Over the course of training I discovered a passion for fitness and helping others. So this blog has morphed into something more than just my musings and venting. My hope is that when you leave this blog you have learned something or picked up something valuable to aide you along your own journey.

So mount up, Posse, and let's go from Fat to Fit!!



Friday, May 24, 2013

Fueled by Victory

The day God gave the Amorites up to Israel, Joshua spoke to God, with all Israel listening:  “Stop, Sun, over Gibeon; Halt, Moon, over Aijalon Valley.”  And Sun stopped, moon stood stock still until he defeated his enemies. ~Joshua 10:12-13
Consistent. Relentless. Tenacious.



Some people don't believe me when I tell them that my fitness journey has helped me grow into a stronger Christian and a stronger person (mentally, emotionally). It sounds crazy considering I have battled with weight all of my life. But God used the one area of my life that had always been a struggle to be my ministry. Amazing...my purpose is rooted in my struggle. The principles and lessons I learn on my fitness journey help me along the other paths in my life. Principles, with their lovely selves, can be applied to anyone and just about any situation.

The other morning I was facing a personal crisis and wanted to crawl into a ball and just give up. I went through the motions of getting dressed and getting everyone out the door, all while fighting against the "take me now" screaming in my head. I got in the car and looked in the rear view mirror. I looked at myself and I look defeated. Me? Not Fit Girl? And then I recalled mile eight of the 2012 St Jude Music City Half Marathon when my ankle was on fire, my calves were cramping, and my pace was slipping. I remember telling myself, "It's not over. Finish strong." My gait changed. I was no longer whimpering. The only option I gave myself was to finish, and do it well. So, I fixed my form, stopped the whimpering and still hit a PR. But it doesn't' stop there.

With legs cramping and energy low, I changed and made it to my flag football game. I played a full game--offense (center), defense (defensive end), and special teams!! My very first play I dropped the ball because my hands were cramping. From that point on I told myself, "If you're gonna play, then play hard." No one watching that game would know that less than an hour beforehand I had done a half marathon. 

What point am I trying to make?

April 28, 2012

When you go into battle, you go with the hope of victory fueling you forward. If you don't have that hope of victory, why are you even fighting? And being Christian the fire is even bigger because I know with surety that I will be victorious--if only for the glory of God. 

Victory. I cannot even describe what it feels like to someone who hasn't tasted it. But once you know victory in any area of your life, it spurs you forward to the next conquest, the next challenge. I imagine the Israelites felt that way as they defeated thirty plus (32??) nations on their quest to claim the Promised Land. Joshua was so sure of victory that he had the audacity to ask God to let the sun stand still so he could keep whooping tail. What?! Ooooo weee!! When you know the taste of victory,you are not easily defeated.

As you gear up for your workout or preparing your meals, or even just facing your life, ask yourself if you are fueled by the hope of victory. Is that illustrated by how you carry yourself and go through life? Or are you limply fighting, awaiting defeat? Be fueled by VICTORY!


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