Temple care

 

Temples

As I’ve been surrendering more deeply to God, He’s patiently led me back to square one—and for me, that means health and finances.

About two weeks ago, I invested in myself through an online boot camp and committed to giving myself 90 days to get back to the shape I prefer. For me, that means strong enough to move my own body if I’m sick.

See, after spending a good part of the last year in bed, I’ve gotten weak. And my goal has always been to be strong enough to take care of myself if something happens. This past year was a real eye-opener—it showed me I wasn’t there yet. Before my injury, I had already let circumstances push me back into old, unhealthy habits with both food and money.

For me, those two are so closely intertwined that they feel like one concept. God told me a couple of years ago that my health and wealth were connected, but I’m only now beginning to truly understand what that means.

So when I made the investment in myself and committed to taking care of my body—my temple—I was excited. Fast forward a week, and that excitement had worn off. Today, I found myself making every excuse in the book to skip my workout.

I told myself:

  • I could do it later.

  • I could do it tomorrow.

  • I could catch up this weekend.

But then I realized—justification is the enemy’s playground. And if I’m really going to do this, I have to honor the commitment I made to myself and to the others in our boot camp.

So I literally dragged myself out of bed—where I had been justifying "extra rest" (even though I’d rested all weekend, lol)—came into the living room, turned on the replay, and did it. It wasn’t pretty or perfect, but I did it. And honestly, I feel so much better. The cravings I was battling have eased, and now a healthy option like a protein shake actually sounds amazing.

By pushing myself to follow through, not only did I put my temple back in priority, but I also avoided going out and spending money on unhealthy food trying to fill an emotional void. There’s something about adrenaline and endorphins that does the trick—and no, I’m not a science major, but it works.

So let me ask you…

Are you taking care of your temple?
Do you need accountability and a group to do it with?

Message me—I’ve got the answer!

Have a great day, y’all.
– Dawn

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