After 14 weeks of rest and healing, I’m starting to notice parts of my body changing… and not in the ways I hoped. I worked so hard these last two years—losing weight, keeping it off, getting stronger—and it feels like in a matter of weeks so much of that progress has slipped away. Maybe “gone up in smoke” isn’t the best analogy, but it does feel hard. Really hard.
Gaining 10 pounds in this healing journey has been discouraging. It honestly hurts my heart. Just to be vulnerable I was 130 pounds this morning... this is knowing that I have lost a lot of muscle and in it's place sits more squish.
But I also know I can’t stay angry or sad! I have to shift my mindset and make some changes, slowly and realistically. Because the truth is—this weight isn’t just from lack of activity. I have to admit my diet has been rough. I haven’t been journaling my food because adding one more thing to my plate felt impossible. But now I’m ready to start trying again. I need new ideas. Healthy habits that fit this season I’m in. Grace-filled changes that honor healing, not punish me for what I can’t do right now.
And in the middle of this frustration, God brought a story to my heart:
Elijah under the broom tree. (1 Kings 19)
Elijah was exhausted. Frustrated. Disappointed. He felt like he had nothing left. And what did God do? He didn’t shame him. He didn’t tell him to “try harder.” He didn’t scold him for being weak. God sent an angel who simply said, “Get up and eat.” And then let him rest again.
Food. Rest. Repeat.
Because Elijah had a long journey ahead, and God cared about his physical strength just as much as his spiritual calling.
That story comforts me so much.
God cares about our bodies.
He cares that we’re tired.
He cares that healing is slow.
My body is a temple of the Lord, yes (1 Corinthians 6:19)—but that doesn’t mean it has to be flawless. It means I treat it with care, kindness, and respect. It means I nourish it. It means I steward it, even when it looks different than it used to. It means I honor the God who created it—even when I’m frustrated with it.
I’m learning not to be vain… but also not to give up. I want to make lifestyle changes that support the healing God is doing in me, inside and out.
So friends…
I could really use some encouragement on this one.
If you’ve been through a season of slowed movement, recovery, or gaining weight during healing—how did you find a healthy mindset again?
What helped you?
I know I’m not alone, and I’d love to hear from those who’ve walked this road before me.
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