Week 10: Six days ago I turned forty-nine. I celebrated with Teavana instead of cake, and I just have one thing to say — hormones. In the last year of forty-something, mine are acting like an angry mob. They may not have bully clubs and torches, but they are carrying weapons nonetheless. It’s enough to make a girl feel like giving up.
But I’m not cowering in fear, or letting them hold me back. Ten weeks in, I’ve lost over ten pounds. Not stellar in volume, but a nice steady loss, a comfortable way to drop fat, and a leisurely gain in muscle tone. Most people can’t see the difference yet. But I can. And it’s enough to motivate me on a continued healthy pace.
I’m learning to appreciate an occasional hunger pang, (Dr. Rita Hancock’s book, The Eden Diet is a very different and inspirational read on the subject of dropping pounds). A slight soreness in my body reminds me I’ve worked out. And I love the fact that I am not deprived all of the time. If I want an indulgence, I allow myself to have a little less than I had before, (cutting portions in two, and saving the rest for later is a great incentive to eat less in one sitting). I learned that one from my mother-in-law — thanks Jean!
I refuse to wallow in starvation diet misery as I fight my hormones. Instead, I’m finding it’s easire to roll with nature’s cues. Common sense says my body doesn’t react like it did when I was twenty-five or thirty. So expecting to trim down and burn energy at the rate of a woman twenty years younger isn’t reasonable. If I allowed it, I could look at the last ten weeks and moan about how long the journey is taking. The path certainly has curved and twisted a few times, but determination has kept me moving ahead.
If it wasn’t for one word, I would have already lost focus.
My word is resolve. It redirects me every time I start to stray off the trail and move toward an unhealthy place. No goal, no strategy, no tactic, no mission will work if there is not resolve to act on decisions. Mental energy definitely impacts physical energy.
Whether it’s weight loss, the desire for a promotion at work, happier relationships, or making a difference, resolve is one of the keys to getting there. If we give up, we’ll definitely fail at our endeavors.
So have I learned anything in my forty-nine years? You bet, a lot of things. But one above all. In every moment I have the ability to choose for myself. And every choice will direct a consequence or outcome.
The first gift God gave us was free-will, but it comes with responsibility and accountablility. It’s up to me to resolve how I will use it. If I don’t make plans, create strategies, draw clear-cut steps, all with a dose of resolve motivating them to action, I’ll never do positive things for myself, and the greater good of humanity. We are created to make a difference while we have breath in our bodies.
So I resolve from this day forward, whether I have forty-nine minutes, or forty-nine years left on this earth, I’m going to do my part. I will take care of me, and I’ll care compassionately for others. For if I don’t, what difference does my life make anyway?
How do you resolve to live a meaningful life?
Anita Fresh Faith
Anita Agers-Brooks is a Business and Inspirational Coach, Certified Personality Trainer, Productivity Expert, Certified Training Facilitator, Communications Specialist, national speaker. She’s the author of, First Hired, Last Fired — How to Become Irreplaceable in Any Job Market. Now available for pre-order on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Books a Million, and Christianbook.com.
She’s a partner in The Zenith Zone, a business coaching firm. Member of the Christian Writer’s Guild, Toastmasters, a client of WordServe Literary Group, and the Simply Sue Speaks booking agency. A graduate of CLASSeminars for Leaders, Speakers, and Authors, a co-founder of The StoryWriting Studio, and speaker on circuit for Stonecroft International Ministries.
Anita’s passionate about business with integrity, healthy relationships, and issues of identity. She travels the country teaching others from her personal experiences and research. She believes it’s never too late for a fresh start with fresh faith.
Anita likes to lounge by a river or lake in Missouri, laughing with with her husband of thirty years, Ricky.