by Angela T. Khabeb
A new calendar year often brings a fresh perspective with promises of a clean slate. We remember the past year and take inventory of successes and failures. We also look ahead with hope and anticipation of what will be. New Year’s resolutions abound. Our promises create a lovely tapestry. We vow many things: to live in the moment, eat right, exercise more, learn to say “no,” go back to school, quit smoking, bring back date night, write a book, travel more, finally start your own business and so on.
My personal favorite? Lose weight. Perhaps, I am not alone. Last year, I joined a weight loss program and enjoyed much success. I changed my eating habits and I lost 20 pounds in six weeks. It wasn’t even that hard. (But I had a long way to go.) I started working out. Religiously I attended Zumba and spin classes. I was probably one of the heaviest women in the room. But I didn’t care. This was my year!
Help for the journey
I was going to embrace a healthier lifestyle so I could be a better wife, mother and pastor. Wait a minute. What did I know about what it means to live a healthy lifestyle?
I quickly learned that I needed a lot of help to continue this life-changing journey. I enlisted guidance from a parishioner who had lost 70 pounds and kept it off for many years. Together we launched a fantastic new ministry: Mission SLIMpossible. Our support group met regularly. We motivated one another through sharing recipes, weight loss tips, encouragement and a healthy dose of good old-fashioned accountability.
I lost another 10 pounds. It was becoming more of a challenge to move that scale but I was determined. Then I lost five more pounds. “Wow,” I thought to myself, “I might actually pull it off this time!”
Weight loss experts advise that once you’ve dropped two dress sizes, you should get rid of clothes that no longer fit. After all, goes the logic, you won’t need them anymore. This suggestion seemed simple enough. But to my surprise, putting it into practice scared me.
I went to my closet and took out every piece of clothing that was too big for me. I piled them on the chair in our bedroom. The clothes stayed there for several days. Finally, my husband volunteered to take them to the thrift store. Reluctantly, I agreed. I had no idea that I would feel so vulnerable.
Change is risky business
To serve as motivation for my weight loss, I went the extra mile and bought dresses in smaller sizes. That way, as my weight loss progressed, I would have something nice to wear. I continued my journey towards the new me and lost five more pounds. However, even with my 40-pound weight loss I had a BMI (Body Mass Index) of 41 and was still considered obese. Although I was facing an uphill battle, I felt like this time would be different. Right?
Wrong. I plateaued. No matter what I did, I could not lose another pound. I added yoga to my workout regimen but at the next weigh-in, the scale didn’t budge. The weigh-in after that? I gained two pounds. Then the next weigh-in? I lost half of a pound. The next weigh-in? I gained three pounds.
To make a long story short, I never regained my momentum. Sadly, after a few short months, the 40 pounds that I fought so hard to lose were replaced by 60! The strange thing is that it was almost funny.
It was bad enough that I was fatter than ever, but now I was fat and naked because I gave away all of my larger sizes. I even got rid of my maternity clothes (thank goodness I discovered www.gwynniebee.com it’s like Netflix for clothes).
The gift of hindsight
Fortunately, hindsight is the gift that keeps on giving. Looking back, I was under the false impression that I could attain my transformation by developing healthy eating habits and increasing physical activity. After all, this is what the experts tell us. But I was missing a major component of the transformation equation. All of my efforts were aimed at the outside–my physical body. I also needed to change my mind.
Yes, I changed my eating habits. But I had the same old negative self-talk running nonstop through my subconscious. Yes, I was working out consistently. But I had no mental picture of the new me I wanted to be–I couldn’t even conceptualize it. Perhaps I was afraid to dream it.
The other day I asked myself, “Where did my success go?” I did achieve some success. I worked terribly hard to lose 40 pounds. Does failure negate success, like it never happened? And for that matter, where do our failures go?
Clay and the potter
In the book of Romans, Paul compares us to clay and God to a potter. Perhaps this is where our successes and failures meet–in God’s hands.
Then God takes the many and varied experiences of our lives and uses them–the bitter and the sweet–to mold us, shape us, renew us and transform us. In God’s hands, we are works of art still under construction.
Sometimes the promises we make to ourselves, our New Year’s resolutions fall flat. But thanks be to God! We do not solely rely on our will power, faithfulness, or intellect. Ultimately our hope rests with our God who always keeps promises.
1. Looking back at this year, do you recall specific events that brought great joy or deep concern? How have these events shaped you?
2. Is there an area in your life that you struggle to change?
3. Do you plan to make New Year’s resolutions? If so, please share what they are. If not, why not?
Creator God, you are the potter and we are the clay. Continue to shape us and mold us into your image. Embolden us to take risks so that we can break free from anything that keeps us from wholeness. Help us to remember that, with you, all things are possible. In Jesus’ name we pray, Amen.
The Rev. Angela T. Khabeb serves at Holy Trinity in Minneapolis, Minn. She enjoys an active home life with an amazing husband, Benhi, and three wonderful children Konami, Khenna, and Khonni.
This article first appeared in the January 2014 issue of Boldcafe.org.
Pastor Angela, I feel your pain. I have a food addiction. Five years ago I lost 30 pounds and after awhile it started creeping back. I pray daily for victory over food, yet continue to indulge in Christmas goodies. Wishing you success in your battle with healthy eating.
Hi. This story of your experience with weight loss hits home. I am a weight watcher and have been loosing weight, but sometimes I gain it back . I will have times where I keep eating for no reason. Gratefully, I have not done so recently and I hope I never do that again. Its called binging. Right now I have only lost 23 pounds but picked up 3 over the holidays. I do fully believe God wants me to loose weight and be healthy. Emotions play a big part of how I respond to the program. I have been going to WW meetings a while (years) and have much more to go. The reason I keep going is: I learn something new each time I go, sort of like bible study, I learn something each time I go. I would recommend Weight Watchers to everyone one and hope you give in a try. God Bless!!!!
I too struggle weigh lose food sometime becomes comfort food after stressful day plus I don’t do drugs or drink so food became go to
I like food too but with my back foot is to much with weigh I git a good note then I just crash for it start to exercise but can’t walk so get discourage.