P90X: A Little Bit of Death

This is either exercise or "Yay for Poop!"

So I started this P90X workout today.  It was awful.

Truly, horribly awful.

I thought I might die, which of course it the opposite of my exercise intention.

But it really was that awful.

And yet somehow satisfying.  I guess the knowledge that I'm finally taking a proactive approach to my health should be a point of celebration.

After 3 shoulder surgeries and the uncertainty of my future job situation, I decided I could no longer wait on the assumption that I would get back to a physical job that, by its nature, forced me to work out.  So I made a proclamation in my young adults group that I needed someone to hold me accountable to getting into shape or I was going to die.  Maybe not tomorrow, or 10 years from now, but certainly sooner than I would had I been living with a correct view of my body.

And that's because I made this realization:  Exercise and a healthy diet are not just good for you. They are expected by God.  And not just in the traditional ways that I've heard people voice that thought before with the idea of self-control or discipline.  I realized that my body is a gift from God, one designed specifically for me, and as such I MUST be a good steward of that gift.  Not only will I feel better and be a better example of living a disciplined life, but being a good steward of my body gives God a return on His investment.  I'm here longer (in theory) and more able (because of  the advantages that health affords) to accomplish the things that God has created me for and called me to.  I'll be a better husband, a better father, a better friend, a better pastor, a better employee.  Do you see where this is going?  Our bodies and our health are gifts to be invested in with the intent of returning glory to God in the better and longer ability to serve Him.

So in my attempt to not die (which ultimately I hope to stave off a little longer by a healthy lifestyle) I've actually died a little.  To myself.  My whims.  My unhealthy desires.

And my comfort.  My quads are killing me.


What do you think about the idea of viewing your health in terms of good stewardship?