That's Ugly

My first blog. What to say? Why am I doing this? Will I really keep this up? Who is going to read this? What to say? What to say? What to say? Where to start?

How about with what is on my mind this very moment…my endless struggle to be in shape. Struggle – because I never feel I am getting anywhere, just back and forth.

I work out. I am strong. I have muscles. Good ones, too.

I walk, I run, I yoga, Pilate, Gilad, push-up, sit-up, crunch and ellipse (I imagine that is the verb form of an elliptical machine) to name a few. I spend at least an hour a day on this stuff.

But who am I kidding?
You are probably envisioning someone on the cover of “Shape” or “Women’s Fitness” – I am afraid they would laugh if I would even consider applying.

I realized today, my quest for health (and a body which looks and feels as in shape as it really is) and my quest for living a Godly life are so darn similar, why didn’t I see this before.

I am solid at the core, I know what’s under there….but what in the world is that layer of junk doing covering up all my strength? When I look in the mirror, I see all the imperfections, actually I have to struggle to see the muscle, but I know they are there, I can feel them.

Same goes with my faith. When I examine myself, I see the fat covering up my strength…and let’s face it…the world sees it too! It comes in shades of compromise, judgment passing and worst of all simple silence about my beliefs.

That’s ugly! Uglier than I think I look sometimes.

It’s time to get real. To be the best I can be. To shed the junk covering up my strength.
I know it’s there, it’s time the world does too.