Walking has been the best rediscovery in this process. I find a track or walkway. I put the headphones on and then I am away. In my head, I review the waste that I have experienced because I have waited this long. I am 44. I wish now that I had stuck to this when I was 24. But, all that can be done is to look ahead to the time when this journey will turn from determination to maintenance. Walking is slowly releasing the bonds that held me to catastrophic disease, chronic fatigue, and claustrophobia in my own skin. I understand that we should all accept who we are. I also know that the person I was, was not the person I was supposed to be.
The end of this journey will come not when I have reached a magic weight, distance traveled, or calories counted. The end will come when I agree with my body that I will never again put myself in harm's way. Perhaps just a shade away from context, a scripture caught hold in my thinking. The passage is from I Corinthians 3: 16, 17,
Do you not know that you are a temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwells in you? If any man destroys the temple of God, God will destroy him, for the temple of God is holy, and that is what you are.
Since, I am this temple that the apostle Paul spoke of, then I needed to take better care of this stewardship. Since it was a certainty my body was a temple, then it was in disrepair. God grant me the strength to keep repairing.
October 30 is on its way.
The details of a journey from bad to good.
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