2 weeks without working out?
Nope.
Umm... actually, yes. Oh dear.
Me: "What if I lose everything I've worked so hard for?"
Friend: "What if you gained something even more?"
I decided to switch up my workout routine and make some changes to focus on nutrition and rest. But before I get busy with my new plan, I am choosing to take two weeks off.
Why?
Because though working out is wonderful, I need to do a mental check. I've elevated it (and the results) to an unhealthy place. I need to not base my identity and confidence on getting up at 5am to workout.
I also need some direction for my life, I want a reset and refresh. So this morning as I was journalling I was about to start writing out everything that I wanted God to show me in my next two weeks of rest.
My pen came to a grinding stop when I felt Jesus completely ditch my idea. Yeah, He likes to do that sort of thing - especially when I begin to tell Him the best way to arrange my life.
Instead of searching for direction, what if I just seek Him.
Seek my Jesus, the person, not the plans.
Search His face to see His face.
He promises that when I seek Him I'll find Him.
To think of not hitting the gym for 14 days, it doesn't make me happy.
To be perfectly honest, I'm not super excited about putting my plans and future on hold to seek Jesus' face. But I suppose this is when I tell my mind what to do.
I'm used to grinding out the uncomfortable in the gym, pushing through even though my entire body resists. I don't let my body dictate my workouts, so why should I let my feelings dictate me now?
Here we go.
