A few months ago I posted the article "Journey To My Goal Weight". The plan was to document my weight loss progress over the coming months, change my eating habits, my mind set, and finally take the necessary steps to get to where I wanted to be. That was the plan. The thing about plans is- they don't always work out the way you plan. Things happened- life continued to happen. I had to pull more hours at work, my car broke down, I got it fixed, it broke down again; kids got sick, I got sick. I got angry, frustrated and resentful. Finally I got sick and tired of being sick and tired. I wasn't eating, I was stressing, the little sleep I got was not restful, I was tired, mentally, physically, spiritually and emotionally.
Now I was raised in church. So I know first hand the power of prayer. I also know that the Bible says to train up a child in the way that he should go. That means certain things you are to instill in a child early on , so that it will always stick with them even when they are grown and decide to go their own way. For instance, growing up we had to have manners and respect our elders; saying yes mam and no sir was not an option it was demanded. I still say yes mam and no sir to my elders as do my children. So I began to pray. That's another thing my momma instilled in me. Sometimes you cant go to your parents, your friends or anybody else. Some things you have to take to God. That's when my mind set changed. It wasn't about the planning, it wasn't about trying to keep a schedule. Life was going to happen, things that I didn't plan for where going to happen. I had to figure out a way to work around those things to get where I wanted to be. I had to see my obstacles as opportunities to succeed in spite of what my situation looked like. It wasn't just an opportunity for me to succeed though; it's an opportunity for God to show up and show me that he hasn't forgotten me and he is still working on my behalf, even when I feel alone.