I’ve always been an independent sort, even as a kid. I would be the one who wanted to do it all by herself. That way I didn’t have to put up with anyone else’s slow and picky style. I could whip through a job and get it done in nothing flat.
I was that way every where I went at most every age. My mother said I could clean the house quicker than she could open the front door, step out on the porch and get back inside.
We had a small house, but she was exaggerating. Still, I didn’t let any grass grow under my feet. If I could do it by myself with no one to hold me back, I enjoyed doing it.
Once when I was a little tike, I was trying to help my grandmother bake cookies. I wanted to crack the egg because I’d seen her do it like a thousand times before. It looked like fun.
She’d give it a good whack on the edge of the cabinet and magically the egg would fall in the bowl. I asked her and she told me not to touch the egg. When she went to get the butter out of the fridge, I grabbed the egg and cracked it hard.
I was shocked that it didn’t fall in the bowl like Grandma’s did. It ran all down the cabinet and on the floor. I got sent to the bathroom for time out. I’m sure it was also time out for Grandma to compose herself and not whack me a good one.
In second grade, I charged ahead on the final spelling test and didn’t listen for the directions. As she read the words, I put them on the wrong unit test space. When I figured it out and tried to change them, I got everything messed up. My usual A turned into an F and I turned into a bawling mess.
You’d think I would learn my lesson, but even as an adult I tried to fix things by myself. Even when I ballooned up to 430 pounds, I tried to fix my own mess my way. I wanted to find a diet, short-term solution for a long-term problem. But not just any diet, one which would let me eat whatever I wanted and lose weight.
When I got to the point that I had an extreme weight loss issue, I needed someone to help me on the journey. It felt like admitting defeat. I am weak. I’m horrible. I can’t do this myself.
I found though such a great relief in admitting my weakness and allowing God to be strong in me. In addition, He planted a great mentor and an accountability group in my path. My mentor gave me things to think about to propel me forward.
The group gave me a place where every week, I needed to report my progress. It’s hard for me not to tell the truth, so I wanted to do well. When I didn’t, I shared the truth. My group helped me think through what I learned from the failure.
That activated me to get back up and start over instead of going backwards like I’d always done in the past.
For those with extreme weight issues, I firmly believe accountability and mentorship coaching is the only successful method. I believe in it so much, I’m offering a coaching group help you on your journey.