Two friends set out on a Lenten journey toward mental, physical and spiritual wellness. Over the next 40 days, Brit and Mollie will share their raw, authentic Daniel Plan experiences with you. Here they share their pre-journey jitters and mentally prepare for the coming weeks.
“You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body.” – 1 Corinthians 6:19b-20
Mollie here. It’s the eve of the Daniel Plan and I have to admit, I’m a bit nervous. I’m not scared, but excited, apprehensive, anxious, happy, and even more emotions that I can’t even individually identify running through me. I’m a generally anxious person anyway, hesitant if you will, and feel a bit unprepared for this journey. It’s probably good because it means that I haven’t planned out every second on my life for the next 40 days and will allow myself to truly experience.
That said, in a bit of a panic today I gave into a weak moment and ate a huge cream filled, frosting covered doughnut. Co-workers often bring in doughnuts to celebrate birthdays and such, and I rarely give them a second look and honestly can’t tell you the last time I ate one. Until today. Today I gorged. And then I felt awful. My stomach didn’t ache, although it did talk back for the rest of the day, but all of me felt just plain awful. To try to make up for it and cheer myself up, I continued eating. Not so surprisingly, it not only didn’t cheer me up, it made me feel worse.
Just a few minutes ago, Brit recounted a similar story to me, as she took the path of crazy amounts of not that good for you food eaten today as well. As we talked to each other about our days, we both couldn’t help but to continue to (rhetorically) ask, “why do we do this to ourselves?” There is no good answer, but there is a clear solution – change. We need change. We need guidance, faith, and support to embrace this change, but we both know that it is completely necessary. Here we go. Prepared, unprepared, however we are at this moment, it’s time.
Brit here. It’s Fat Tuesday evening. I’m not sure how you feel, but I am sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. After a day of indulgence and blatant culinary debauchery, I am so ready for a change. There are some things even Zantac can’t fix.
Unlike Mollie, I’ll admit – I am scared. I’m afraid of failing over the next 40 days, but even more afraid not to try. I’m afraid because this entire journey, although self-imposed, feels like a major test of my discipline and character. It’s daunting, but I am going to be brave.
Until this point, my faith and my health have been on separate wavelengths. A self-proclaimed “wellness addict,” I have never attempted anything wellness related for the right reason. It’s always been about something superficial – a way to look better, younger, thinner… faster. It’s shallow, selfish, and unhealthy — and God willing, it is going to change.
If I’m going to succeed in this journey, it will require more than my own broken willpower. I need God in every part of my life — my family, my career, my friends, and yes, even my health. Hear that, God? This is me… letting go, falling deeper into you.
I’m ready. Here goes nothing.