“God gave us one body. We have to take care of it,” says the weight-training workout lady on the DVD. She folds her perfect body in half and tells me to do the same with mine. Ugh! I don’t quite make it, but she’s proud of me. She tells me so whenever I use her routine.
I started out with one-pound weights. (Don’t laugh!) Six months later, I was up to three pounds in each hand. (Yay, me!) Now I start with five, switching back to three when my arms start to give out on me. I’m still hoping to someday be able to complete a whole set of triceps toners* and do a real push-up instead of my still-wimpy-excuse for one. (Is it really possible to get so close to the ground without falling and breaking your nose?)
But why am I writing about workouts on a blog about trusting God as I move from place to place? It’s because God gave me one body, and I have to take care of it. Working out not only keeps me strong and healthy (for lifting boxes and moving furniture), but also relieves stress, provides more energy, and helps me sleep better at night. This improves my whole attitude. When I’m not working out regularly, my family sees a difference--not necessarily in the way I look, but in the way I function around the house each day. As an added benefit, while my muscles follow a known routine, my mind has extra time to pray.
Sometimes I tell my husband how mean the workout lady is, but deep inside, I’m thankful she shares her gift with the world. You may prefer swimming laps, taking an aerobics class (where you’ll make new friends, as well), or walking around the block a few times each day. Whatever you choose, however, do the best you can. Glorify God’s name with a healthier body and mind. Care for what He’s “fearfully and wonderfully made.”
Father, I thank You for a healthy body and mind. I’ll care for them as a way of giving praise to You. Amen.
*Tune in tomorrow for more thoughts on these.
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