Faith and fitness don’t seem like compatible concepts. But for me, they are.
When I get down, when I worry, when I wonder if I am “living up to my potential”, He is there. My ever-so-gentle Coach of all Coaches comes alongside me and reminds me: you are just enough as you are.
This unconditional acceptance of my current condition gives me peace. It reminds me to accept me, right now as I am even if I am NOT living up to some trumped-up notion of my potential.
He has plans for me that don’t involve boot camps, bikini photos, noticeably outlined abs or single-digit clothing sizes.
So then why change at all? Why not go on about my donut-gorging, couch-hugging, Netflix-binging way? Because He wants (or so He tells me in a couple of verses in His Book) abundant life for me, joy and peace. He doesn’t want me wrasslin’ myself to the ground with a bunch of made up standards, but instead, He wants me to Auntie Mame-it: that is to LIVE LIVE LIVE!
He wants me to feel free, feel the freedom from oppression (self-induced or otherwise), in whatever way that is relevant to me. Sometimes that means I hang from a trapeze bar, or racing my dog down the driveway on my rollerblades. Sometimes that means giving myself a break from the gym and getting some extra rest (and perhaps a Netflix or two).
Not that I could possibly ever know the mind of God, but I think He cares a lot less about the size and shape of our container, than the soul that is inside.
When I grab that trapeze bar and pull myself up and think about how I spent the last two years getting stronger, learning about myself that I can do the seemingly impossible, that I built resilience and learned to conquer my inner objections. THAT’s what He wants for me.
When I feel the breeze blowing in my hair and I wobble just a bit as my skate wheel rolls over and crushes pecan hull, throwing me off balance for just a moment, and then…NO, I don’t fall down. I realize I have better balance. I am capable. I am confident. THAT’s what He wants for me.
Not fear, freedom. Freedom from the barriers that I once saw for myself. Freedom to be me. Freedom to rediscover me. Freedom to redefine me.