Fighting Satan at the Gym

I've been doing so well.  I'm working hard at the gym, being active with my kids at home with walking, eating healthy with few exceptions, drinking a lot more water, losing weight faster than expected, you get the idea.

However, none of that mattered when I got out of bed this morning. Here are the thoughts that were mercilessly attacking me:

"Ugh, you are so fat."

"You aren't working hard enough."

"You're just going to fail at this like you fail at everything else."

"You did something wrong because your target areas actually look bigger today."

If a person was saying those things to me, it would be called verbal/emotional abuse. That person would just be a total jerk, and I would need them out of my life. What do you do when these statements keep coming from your own head?!


You give credit where credit is due. Who is the  Prince of Lies? Who is my ultimate accuser? Who hates it that I'm getting stronger and healthier which is also making my spirit stronger? I know who. The worst evil this world has ever known. Satan. Satan hates me. He hates. He just hates.

Satan is the ultimate abusive relationship.

First, I took my medicine because who knows how much of that was my PPD creeping up. Next, I had a healthy breakfast and some coffee with my husband. Then, I got up, and got myself ready to go to the gym. I didn't feel cute. I was still under attack. Then, I posted this status in a private group on Facebook:

"For no reason at all, I feel very discouraged today, and I feel like my butt is bigger. I haven't gained any weight, I've been active everyday, and I'm about to leave for training now. I think that when we start being successful in working toward or goals, Satan tries to knock us down because he likes us better when he's in control., and he controls us with shame, defeat, and lies. He needs to leave me alone. Maybe this will help me push harder in training. I'm fighting a lot more than fat." 

Writing helps me put things in perspective. So, I decided I was going to be ticked at Satan, and use that to help me. I'm not sure I did really great, but I did keep reminding myself of my inner battle the whole time. I prayed and asked Jesus to help me and make Satan leave me alone. What is going to help me is listening to my Savior's voice of truth, and refuse to accept the lies of my evil enemy.

Some truth God reminded me of today:

Psalm 139:14

"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;  your works are wonderful, I know that full well."

1 Peter 5:8

"Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour."

Philippians 4:13

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."

So, shut the heck up, Devil. Get out of my head, and get out of my way. Jesus is making a strong mighty woman out of me. He's awesome, and He loves me. You are pitiful.