what the F@%$????

I've been married for almost 6 whole months now, and in that time, I would say I've been fairly comfortable with my body. I've been working out semi-consistently, dropped a pants-size, felt really good about it, my husband is very affirming about my looks and my body, I don't have a problem being naked in front of him or a mirror for that matter. I can see improvement, and look forward to further improvements.
And then the day before yesterday, I was changing and caught a look in the mirror, and everything came crashing down. Wow. I could stand to lose a few inches over here. And tone it up right about there. It's the same body that I've had for the past 6 months, why hadn't I paid attention to this before? What changed?
Exercise has been hard for me lately, even my normal 3 mile runs aren't as easy. My shins hurt, I get tired out really easily. I have no motivation to sit in a gym and run on a treadmill watching the closed-captioned issues on Maury Povitch. But soon that's all I'll have, winter comes whether I like it or not. And then I noticed that I've been eating a LOT lately. And it's all junk. I've got Tootsie Pops at home, and those marshmallow pumpkins that I can't resist once a year. The good news is that it's taken me more than a day to get thru it all, but they're almost gone.
Yesterday found me in a state of crisis. I don't know where any of these feelings came from, I don't know what to do with them. No matter how I try to remind myself that my body makes no difference in how God views me (he made me this way and knew I would look like this) and it doesn't affect how Seth feels about me, nothing helped. I couldn't just suck it up and move on.
Maybe it was another instance of my self-sufficiency coming up short and me tripping and falling all over myself, coming to the stark realization that this is another area that I need to leave in God's hands.
And then Spencer came to my rescue last night. It's really nice how God puts people just where you need them to be. Spencer's story was about rust on his car, but the moral was contentment. Be anxious about nothing. Pray about everything, ask God for what you need and thank Him for what He has given to you. Then His peace which you'll never understand will guard your heart and mind. (Phil. 4:6-7 - my paraphrase)
So that worked. I definitely feel better sitting here this morning. Am I cured? Prolly not. Will I go as nuts next time this comes up? Hope not!