by Angela T. Khabeb
A new calendar year often brings a fresh perspective with promises of a clean slate. We remember the past year and take inventory of successes and failures. We also look ahead with hope and anticipation of what will be.
My favorite resolution? Lose weight. Perhaps, I am not alone. Last year, I joined a weight loss program and enjoyed much success. I changed my eating habits, losing 20 pounds in six weeks. It wasn’t even that hard.
I would embrace a healthier lifestyle to be a better wife, mother, and pastor.
I quickly learned that I needed a lot of help to continue this life-changing journey. I enlisted guidance from a parishioner who had lost 70 pounds and kept it off for many years. Together we launched a fantastic new ministry: Mission SLIMpossible. Our support group met regularly and motivated one another.
I lost another 10 pounds. It was becoming more of a challenge to move that scale, but I was determined. Then I lost five more pounds. “Wow,” I thought to myself, “I might pull it off this time!”
Weight loss experts advise that once you’ve dropped two dress sizes, you should get rid of clothes that no longer fit. After all, goes the logic, you won’t need them anymore. This suggestion seemed simple enough. But to my surprise, putting it into practice scared me.
I went to my closet and took out every piece of clothing that was too big for me. I piled them on the chair in our bedroom. After the clothes stayed there for several days, my husband volunteered to take them to the thrift store. Reluctantly, I agreed but felt so vulnerable.
To serve as motivation for my weight loss, I went the extra mile and bought dresses in smaller sizes. I continued my journey towards the new me and lost five more pounds. However, even with my 40-pound weight loss, according to my BMI (Body Mass Index), I was still considered obese. Although I was facing an uphill battle, I felt this time would be different. Right?
Wrong. I plateaued. No matter what I did, I could not lose another pound.
I never regained my momentum. Sadly, after a few short months, the 40 pounds that I fought so hard to lose were replaced by 60! The strange thing is that it was almost funny.
It was bad enough that I was fatter than ever, but now I was fat and naked because I gave away all of my larger sizes. I even got rid of my maternity clothes.
Fortunately, hindsight is the gift that keeps on giving. Looking back, I was under the false impression that I could attain my transformation by developing healthy eating habits and increasing physical activity. After all, this is what the experts tell us. But I was missing a major component of the transformation equation. All of my efforts were aimed at the outside–my physical body. I also needed to change my mind.
I had the same old negative self-talk running nonstop through my subconscious. Yes, I was working out consistently. But I had no mental picture of the new me I wanted to be–I couldn’t even conceptualize it. Perhaps I was afraid to dream it.
The other day I asked myself, “Where did my success go?” I did achieve some success. I worked hard to lose 40 pounds. Does failure negate success, like it never happened? And for that matter, where do our failures go?
In the book of Romans, Paul compares us to clay and God to a potter. Perhaps this is where our successes and failures meet–in God’s hands.
Then God takes the many varied experiences of our lives and uses them–the bitter and the sweet–to mold us, shape us, renew us and transform us. In God’s hands, we are works of art still under construction.
Sometimes the promises we make to ourselves, our New Year’s resolutions, fall flat. But thanks be to God! We do not solely rely on our will power, faithfulness, or intellect. Ultimately our hope rests with our God who always keeps promises.
The Rev. Angela T. Khabeb serves at Holy Trinity in Minneapolis, Minn. She enjoys an active home life with an amazing husband, Benhi, and three wonderful children Konami, Khenna, and Khonni.
This article first appeared in the January 2014 issue of Cafe (http://Boldcafe.org).