So just a few weeks ago, I posted a pair of pretty long entries, all about dieting, exercising, and calories. My main point was that every calorie matters, every day matters.
What’s funny — and kind of embarrassing — is to read what I wrote in mid-December, and then to follow my actions over the following couple of weeks, specifically around Christmas and New Year’s. Long story short, I really went to town. I just ended up eating a whole lot of food on Christmas Eve, Day, and New Year’s Day.
It’s so ironic that I could write these entries entitled “60 Calories,” where I’m basically saying everything counts, and then I go and just eat a whole lot in the following days.
Needless to say, I felt kind of hypocritical, because I had just kind of reminded myself the importance of really taking every calorie seriously, and I just went ahead and ate several thousand calories in a few days.
In trying to dissect it all and figure out just why it happened, I think I have a pretty good explanation. While I very much knew the truth, knew the rules to the game, and knew how to eat wisely, I simply didn’t do anything about it.
Really, I just had no plan; I had no strategy, other than just the general, “Okay, let’s just see what happens” approach. So then what happened was I saw a cookie here, and so I would pick it up. Or there would be some crackers, and I would snack on them. Or some other desserts, or other entrees, or other snacks. Before long, I had snacked on pretty much everything, and even though it didn’t really feel like a gorging, as it was so gradual, I ended up eating way, way too much.
It’s frustrating in the sense that it’s a setback. If calories were dollars, and you were just trying to save every penny you could, you would be pretty upset with yourself if you just wasted $5,000 on some foolish purchase.
That’s kind of how I felt. I was confidently stating how important it is to be smart with the calories, to conserve where you can, and here I go and do this.
So I’ve been paying off my debt over the last week, and I’m doing a pretty good job, I think. Really, there was no major damage; after all, even with complete pigging out, there’s only so much weight you can gain in a few days.
Why I’m writing about this, though, is because as I was reeling from what I had just done, I started to realize the tremendous gap between what I said and what I did.
I said all the right things. What I said was true, and I think they are very wise principles to follow. Yet… I didn’t even follow them. You’d think that I, after “preaching” all of this, would have the easiest time following it. I’d be the most convinced, and I would have no problem following my own advice.
I’m really not too concerned about this, as if it was some character issue or lack of integrity. But it just brought to my attention how incredibly easy it is to say all the right things, and it is a whole ‘nother thing actually doing them.
See, talk can be so cheap. There are so many words out there. So many books, so many shows, so many sermons, so many blogs, so many opinions. The words don’t really mean anything if there isn’t the action behind them to back them up.
So what I really want to do is eliminate the what-I-say-to-what-I-do gap. If it was a ratio, I’d want to at the very least have a 1:1 ratio, if not a 1:2, where I actually would be better than advertised, so to speak, where what I do would far outweigh whatever I talk about.
One thing that I’ve noticed about this family is that Mom and Dad have always been very result-oriented, and they have helped us all have a culture of that. We know that talk isn’t really going to be worth much of anything if there isn’t the action, the character to support it.
I don’t think talk is bad, but I do think it really need to be secondary to a lifestyle that people can look to and actually see or experience. With Mom and Dad, they haven’t had to give a whole lot of long-winded explanations for why they do certain things, because their good fruit is so obvious.
I’ve been talking with a few different friends and family members over the past little while, and it’s clear that there is absolutely no shortage of words out there, especially these days. What we desperately need is people who are willing to actually do the things!
Most people have a pretty good idea of what they should and should not do in life, yet surprisingly few actually are willing to follow that and change their lifestyle accordingly. And I think that’s what we need, and that’s why I really want to be careful about what I write or say. If I ever challenge somebody to a higher standard, then I sure had better be there myself. If not, what am I saying? Essentially that I either don’t believe it’s possible, or that I simply don’t believe it’s worth it. Either way, it’s a really bad example.
1 Corinthians 9:27
No, I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.
I like how Paul was aware of the danger of preaching without actually living it out himself. I don’t want to overestimate my role, but I know I have plenty of people looking up to me, even simply as a big brother, and I have a responsibility to set a good example. So I want to live a life of doing things, of being Jesus to people, where “preaching” isn’t even necessary.
Obviously, I want to always be ready to talk with someone or answer questions, but it’s so much more powerful if somebody can simply experience the love of God, since words can only say so much.