As I mentioned yesterday, I spent some time this weekend in the DC area for my college roommate's wedding celebration! Kristin and Justin got married in June and had a small, family only, ceremony in DC. They threw a FAB party this weekend to celebrate! It was great because a lot of people had Monday off, Justin was finished his MBA, and January tends to be a less busy month anyway. We had a blast! Here are some pictures of the event, and then there's some updated progress on me! :)
(ready to celebrate!)
(The happy couple)
(Kellie and I with the parents of the bride - some of the sweetest people I know!)
(the end of the night - still smiling but our feet HURT!)
So...a progress update...
I took the photo on the left on Thursday last week. 85 pounds lost. I took the picture to remind me that I'm not the girl on the right anymore. On Thursday, when I got to the gym, I did NOT want to go in. I was EXHAUSTED. We were 4 days into our first 5 day week of school since before Thanksgiving, I was on day 7 straight of tough workouts, and I was beat. The girl on the right would've gotten a baked good and coffee from Starbucks, gone home, and spent the whole evening on the couch.
But I'm not her anymore.
Instead, I went into the gym, started working out and had a killer workout! I came home to healthy dinner, and felt 100 times better!
A lot of times when I post progress pictures, people comment things like "you were beautiful before, but..." and I know what they're trying to say. However, the progress photos for me are about so much more than just the outside appearance. A few episodes ago on The Biggest Loser, one of the contestants was talking to his wife via Skype. He was telling her how he was sorry for not giving her the best version of himself the first 9 years of their marriage, and how he felt like he'd found his best self now that he'd gotten in shape. He was talking about how hard it was to love another person when you aren't the best version of yourself.
I happened to be watching this particular episode with my BFF, Michelle, and I looked at her and said "Maybe that's why it's been 4 years since Isaac died and I'm still single - because I wasn't yet the best version of myself."
That doesn't mean I was a bad person before or anything!!! I'm still equally loved by God - no matter what I weigh. But this version of me - this girl who runs and lifts and cooks healthy food and LOVES LIFE - this is the BEST VERSION OF MYSELF.
This person is who God intended me to be.
He did NOT intend for me to live in shame over my weight.
He did NOT intend for me to live in fear of doing things because I was too fat.
He did NOT intend for me to live a life of indulgence in unhealthy food and habits.
He intended for me to treat my body like a temple.
He intended for me to practice self-control.
God intended for me to live in VICTORY and FREEDOM and JOY!
This gal - she slapped on some sassy dancing shoes and a fancy dress on Saturday night and took her BEST SELF to a party - and loved every minute of it!