My venture into this idea of good health has transformed within me over the years. It has been my frequent companion and is dwelling with me yet again. And here is the path it has taken with me personally.
Background, I should mention that genetics is rather against a tiny waistline in my family. We are wonderful people but endowed with a proclivity to hold weight. In addition, I am a mezomorph, meaning if I breath to hard, I gain muscle mass. This would be incredible if I wished to be a body builder, but alas… Also, I am 5 foot, one inch tall. Yeah, not helpful for hiding extra pounds. Lol
So, this is my starting ground. And my first dance with “good health” was to lose weight. I was into sports, ran, jumped, rode my bike all over town, was very active so the extra weight was all I had to lose to be healthy, so was my thinking.
The next phase was not health so much as attraction. Guys I dated (which were idiots, looking back on it- what on earth was I thinking?) Wanted skinny girls. So again my weight loss was my return dance with “good health”, because I lived in Michigan, meaning I was thinner and more active in summer and fall than the other half of the snowed in year where you gain weight.
The I unfortunately married my first husband who thought I should not eat until I was skinny. A muscular 5 foot 1 inch mezomorph woman cannot look skinny unless you loose the muscle. So, I went on a raw diet, with the only meat I ate being boneless, skinless chicken breast and everything else raw.
Then, when he was no longer having any say in my life and we divorced, I met my husband who did not pressure me to look any certain way but stressed me out by micromanaging me otherwise. At this point, “good health” finally meant something other than skinny. It meant mental well-being. And then a difficult pregnancy and then three deaths simultaneously (one being my daddy) plunged me into a depression. Good health took a back road then.
Fast forward to present day. Now, God healed my depression and physical issues related to it and worked on me and my husband and set out to heal me slowly. So now “good health”, my friend who I once loathed, does not mean depravity or limitations. To me, today, even as we speak, “good health” means worship through the obedience of good stewardship of the shell God made me in. I am responsible for this body He provided and moreso, I am responsible to use the energy of a healthy body to do His work, whatever He asks me to do and calls me to do. I have a family (husband and two kids) to care for. I have a mom who needs help. I have kids in my PE class to lead. I have kids in Sunday school to teach. I have a home to keep. God has things for me to do and need to be healthy for that to happen.
So, there you have it. For “good health” to be an easy, blessed, peaceful, joyful, welcome friend, you must have the help of God who made you and His Spiritual motivational component and not just be a shallow thing. In growing closer to God, we grow closer to the Great Physician and Creator who made us and knows what is healthy for us. For me now that involves losing weight, but that is so far from the whole of it and my motivation is obedience and service to God, first and foremost. So I will remain partners with my friend “good health” by God’s grace until He takes me to Heaven someday.❤