Mental Weight

The past few days, I’ve really been thinking about the mental side of weight loss. I’d found several pictures of myself, that I loathed to see. And then I took a few new ones, and the difference was astounding to me.  It hit me, that I still think like the girl who was hugely overweight, bloated and uncomfortable. I still have the poor image of myself, the same defeatist language to describe myself.


But I realized something. Yes, I did a lot to get myself here, no doubt about that. However, I missed something. I overlooked the importance of working on fixing that mental image, those mental words and phrases I use against myself. So where do I go? What do I do now? I already knew that some of the fitness motivational memes didn’t sit right with me. So much about self, and I felt something was missing from that.


Then I remembered something. I’m a Christian. I follow a God who says many things about His children. He says many amazing things about me, and about you.  Why not use those, to help shape the new ‘mental me’?

Why not indeed?

his child


The Gospel of John begins by pointing back to Genesis in his words and then he adds another beautiful part to that.


John 1: 10-13

10 He was in the world, and the world was made through Him, and the world did not know Him. 11 He came to His own, and those who were His own did not receive Him. 12 But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of Godeven to those who believe in His name, 13 who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God.


I have believed, and received Him, so I have inherited the right to be called a child of God. Wow. In most of the world, being a child of someone is a special thing. It’s safe place in the storm, it’s a place to call home, a place for advice and wisdom gained and learned. I am a child of God.


My take away from this: I am not defined by a number on a scale, the number of rolls on my body, or by my own thoughts against me. I am defined by my God as His child. His daughter. I am loved, and cared for, enough, to hold that title. 



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