When Enough is Enough….

I must warn you that this particular post is not for the faint of heart….

As I sit here, tears flow freely down my cheeks. I have yet to determine if I am simply sad, or if it is a much deeper hurt than I can put words to. Frustration has left me feeling quite helpless this morning and is urging me to change paths entirely. My decision lies in wait at the turn of my thoughts…

I work in a vain industry. Say what you will about health, but much of this industry revolves around vanity. I am constantly bombarded by those who “want” to lose the weight, but quickly lose nothing but that elusive seductress called motivation. Why does this burn me to my core today?

Today is October 1st. On the 29th of this month, it will be 17 years since my mother passed away from breast cancer, marking the turn at which I live the majority of life without her. Two years ago my dad battled cancer and through aggressive treatment and a strict diet, he is cancer free. My father in law battles it still. Within 2 weeks, 2 of my friends have gone under the knife for a double mastectomy due to breast cancer diagnosis. This is just the tip of the iceberg.

There are children who have never seen the outside of a hospital room. There are girls in Moldova who are grateful everyday they wake that they no longer have to endure the pain and hopelessness of being a slave in the sex trafficking industry. There are millions who will go without food today…again. And yet, we wonder if we should have a piece of bread or not and debate over the validity of going gluten-free just because Dr. Oz said so. My world is shaken today and my soul wants to scream ENOUGH!

The science of weight loss truly is common sense. I am no great thinker, nor do I believe I can come up with the next big thing. It truly is common sense and for those who will follow it, I am just a memory jogger. Eat smaller portions and move more…A LOT MORE for most. I think my approach is so simple it throws most people off. It should be harder right? If it were harder than we would have better excuses as to why we have not yet accomplished our goal. It was never meant to be harder. While we focus on our narrow world of weight loss, people die daily from lack of food.

I do not mean to be the bearer of horrible news here, but I NEED somebody to open their eyes. Find something bigger! It will revolutionize your goals when you actually start working for others. In light of this fact, I though I’d share something with you:

I’m no runner, but I would like to one day fancy myself as one :) So, I have embarked on a journey to make myself a runner. Why? I believe it is the simplest form of fitness and requires very little equipment, meaning habit is all that must be formed. One thing most think is that since I have been in the health and fitness field for so long that this is easy for me. That would be a lie! Running is hard work, whether it’s 1 mile or 20! The more seasoned a runner gets, the more efficient the runs. However, I don’t think you’ll ever catch one saying that it is “easy”. With knee injuries and arthritis being my toppers to each run, it can get overwhelming and seem undoable. So, I think about WHY….

Why I Run

I run for every child that can do nothing but stare at the hospital wall.

I run for every mother who feels in over her head raising her kids.

I run for every soldier who laid his or her life down for my freedom…to run.

I run for those women who are forbidden to do such things.

I run for those who run for their lives.

I run for those whose time has run out.

I run for those who face giants I will never know.

I run for the future generations that will grow up without knowing what it means to persevere.

I run for the elderly who can run no more, but so desperately long to.

I run for those who have lost everything.

I run for those who are a slave to fear.

I run for the child in Africa who wakes every morning to run 3 miles in hopes that today there may be food.

I run for those whose depression keeps them bound.

I run for freedom.

I run for my son, that he may know what it means to finish.

I run for my daughter, that she may know strength.

I run for my husband, that he may know he is my partner in this race.

I run for those whose parents ran out.

I run for those who feel like hope is lost.

I run for the girls across the globe that fear for their lives.

I run for those who think the world would be better off without them.

I run to prove that God can use a life after tragedy.

I run to show others that God is still able to heal.

I run in spite of the pain,  in spite of the aches, in spite of the voices screaming to stop because my GOD has given me the health to run.

And I will not stop until the day He tells me it is over.

Calories, weight, fat, jean size…. It all counts as futile to me in light of what I think about when I run.

My charge to you? Think outside of yourself, and see how far you can actually go.