In my post about the race Sunday, I wrote that it could hurt my weigh-in this week.
Though I had a pretty good week this week even besides the race, I weighed in this week exactly the same as last week. I tried to be philosophical about it, but I was frustrated that the effort I put in wasn't reflected on the scale. When one of the other people in my meeting commented on his slow weight loss, I said, "well, I haven't even gotten my first 5-pound star!" Even I knew how whiny this sounded, but everyone was nice and sympathetic, and I felt better.
When the leader asked people to tell about their successes this week, I talked a little about the race. Everyone seemed impressed and our leader gave me a strip of little silver "Bravo" stars to stick in my book. As I was putting them in, I noticed something on the back. It was a slightly dented gold star with a blue number 5 on it.
I held it up and asked the leader, "Did you give me this on purpose?" thinking maybe she had to encourage me to keep with it. She said no and even looked a little worried about me receiving an unearned award. The other people in the meeting convinced her to let me keep it, and I promised not to actually stick it in the book until I had earned it.
On Frances's Amazon Blog, we've been talking about the ways that God talks to us. In this case, I think the message is, "Here, enough about the star, already!" But in the friendliest possible way.