Last week in our (extremely) small group, we discussed how to become a spiritual fighter. One of the exercises was a series of statements that needed you to fill in the blank at the end. I found my responses pretty common amongst the group, mostly centered around time and money, until the last one. In the past week I’ve felt shame about: Most answers in the group were reflections on their previous answers, but mine was different and hit me very clearly – drinking.
Before you think that I’m a raging alcoholic, let me clear something up. Yes, I love to drink, a really great red is a huge treat for me, but I usually limit myself to the weekends. Last year I made that decision and it became necessity when I began running. Over the last few weeks, my lack of regular training has made me lax on this rule and I find myself fixing dinner with a glass in my hand or relaxing with a regular nightcap. No more than one glass, but each and every day.
I wouldn’t normally be so harsh on myself, but I feel by becoming loose with this self imposed “rule”, I am letting other areas of my life slacken as well. I’m staying up later and therefore waking up later, repeatedly missing my morning run. My general health is suffering. I find myself fighting dehydration pretty much on a daily basis and should probably be reaching for another glass of water instead. Just the little things, that make a big difference in your day.
As I’m preparing for spiritual warfare, I’m also fighting an inner battle between mind and body. My biggest enemy is myself and my strongest weapon is realizing that I’ve achieved this before and it will just take some time to get there again. Not too surprisingly, I’ve lived through Monday without a sip of wine. Now to continue throughout the rest of the week and onto committing to a running schedule next week. One week at a time, I will be taming lions #rawr.