You're Not The Boss of Me!

So I didn't get to Shred last night after all.

My son protested his homework, dinner and brushing his teeth.

So I got to deal with that.

Then, my poor exhausted hubby came home and wanted to watch one of

his favorite shows so, as the submissive wife I am should be, I didn't fight with him about it.

Before I went to bed I layed out my workout clothes, shoes and weights so I would have no excuse.

-  -  fast forward to this morning  -  -

Once I finally got home from dragging my little protester out of the door

and off to school I hesitantly put in The Shred.

(cause I know good and well what kind of torture I was in for)

I felt like I was dying.

At one point I was seriously telling myself (out loud) -

"This is not going to kill you."

"You can do this!"

"This is worth the end result!!!"

"Jillian is not the Devil."

"Thou shalt not hate."

All kidding aside...

The one that I kept saying though was

"You're not the boss of me!"

I even had the same,

on the verge of crying,

facial expression that little girl has.

All my body wanted to do was quit.

I wanted it to keep going.

Then, it really donned on me - I am the boss of my body.

I can tell it what I want it to do.

"Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified."

1 Corinthians 9:25-27

I totally know that Paul is speaking on spiritual things but he still makes a really good point here

- you've gotta live a focused life.

If I want to lose weight I need to be focused.

More importantly though -

if I want to glorify God I need to be focused and discipline myself

to honor and obey Him.

Anyway, back to the story....

I forced myself through the amount of time I had designated

- a girl's gotta get to work on time -

and couldn't be more proud of my accomplishment today.

Despite the muscle fatigue and headache I received, I will be doing this again tomorrow.

And trust me, you'll probably hear about it.

I mean, I'm already sore today - just wait until tomorrow.

If you hear screams coming from the direction of

North Texas at about 8 tomorrow morning

don't be alarmed - it's just me, dying from The Shred.