Fit for God: The 8-Week Plan That Kicks the Devil Out and Invites Health and Healing in - Softcover

Weaver, La Vita

 
9780385498326: Fit for God: The 8-Week Plan That Kicks the Devil Out and Invites Health and Healing in
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0385498322 ISBN 13: 9780385498326
Verlag: Harmony Books, 2004

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An ordained minister and fitness instructor reflects on her own battle with obesity and emotional and spiritual problems as she shares her personal approach to healing the entire person, offering a unique program that combines diet, exercise, prayer, praise, Scripture, and nutrition. Original.

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La Vita M. Weaver is an ordained minister, fitness trainer, and speaker. She appears regularly on Trinity Broadcast Network’sTotaLee Fit program of aerobics and praise. She lives in Capitol Heights, Maryland.

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La Vita Weaver, an ordained minister and fitness instructor, knows firsthand how being overweight affects every aspect of one s life. During her own battle with extra pounds she gained eighty following the birth of her first child she found herself struggling also with profound emotional and spiritual problems. Once a size five, she had skyrocketed to more than two hundred pounds, and her sense of self-esteem and well-being plummeted to an all-time low.

After trying countless diets, she began exercising at home, playing Gospel music to keep her going. Before long, she was reciting Bible verses and singing hymns during her routines. Not only did she shed pounds and build muscle, but Weaver had gained an unexpected benefit her exercise sessions had become precious times of praise, prayer, and inspiration. Now, the only thing she didn t like about exercising was when she had to stop!

Weaver s sessions in her living room grew into a video series called Hallelujah! Aerobics and, ultimately, a fitness plan designed to meet the needs of the whole person.

In FIT FOR GOD, her inspirational voice and her expertise as the leader of hundreds of successful fitness workshops are woven together in a highly effective eight-week program of diet, exercise, prayer, and praise. Combining solid nutritional information and exercise routines with inspiring passages from the Bible, her program will encourage even the most reluctant workout candidate to follow her example and embrace the rewards of becoming fit for God.

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Chapter One



As a child I thought my father was the best-looking person in our family. Arthur Weaver, known as Art or Lawrence (his middle name) to his friends and family, had honey brown skin and hair the color of sand. He had a keen nose and small lips, and when the sun shone on his almond-shaped eyes I saw pools of light brown glimmering in the center of rust-colored circles. They were breathtakingly beautiful.

My siblings and I were an autumn-colored rainbow--tan, reddish brown, yellow, and dark brown. My two sisters looked like my father. I called my baby sister "Sunshine" because she was pale yellow. I used to show her off to people and say, "Isn't she cute?" Everyone on television was white and most of my dolls were white. Everywhere I looked the world seemed to be saying, "White is the only color that is beautiful." And my father was the closest thing to white I had. I was the darkest girl in my family. My hair was short because of a nervous condition. I had a small nose, but it wasn't as narrow as my father's, and my wide lips came from my mother's broader features. It was okay for boys to be darker because they could still get what they wanted out of life, but everyone knew girls were supposed to be pretty and look a certain way. I figured I was destined to have a hard time in life.

The only things I had going for me were that I was athletic and that I was an honor roll student, both of which made me very popular in school.

In 1968, when I was five years old, we moved from our neighborhood in Washington, D.C., to a suburban community in Seat Pleasant, Maryland, following hundreds of other black working-class families who moved into houses originally built for white people. Our house was a two-story redbrick with a fence around the yard.

The county to which we moved had just started a new desegregation plan, busing white students into what had been a predominantly black elementary school. I was placed in the advanced classes, where most of the students were white. A white girl named Nancy became my best friend, and sometimes I went home on weekends with her. But in general there was friction between many of the black kids and white kids.

My black classmates thought I should choose either black friends or white ones, because it was impossible to have both.

"Vidi, you act like you think you're white," they said over and over.

I didn't care, though, because my white friends treated me better than my black classmates did. My white friends didn't care that my hair wasn't long, that I wore glasses, or that my skin was dark. I earned their respect because I was always on the honor roll.

The taunts from black students increased.

"You think you're too good for us?" they hollered.

"You need to hang with your own kind!"

I was shorter than most of them, but I really wasn't scared. I just didn't want to fight. My older sister, LaReese, however, insisted, "Vidi, if you run they'll never stop."

So it was inevitable that one day I had to face my taunters. As I approached the group, a girl with an irritating, high-pitched voice said, "Look who's coming."

I slowed down and stood in front of her with my arms folded. She pushed me. I pushed back. We tussled and the next thing I knew I was pulling her hair and scratching her and she was screaming. We rolled around on the grass. Kids hollered and cheered.

Somebody broke us up. I checked my hair and clothes and found that my opponent had barely touched me but that her face was all scratched up. I walked away as the crowd parted.

I never had to run or avoid anyone again.



I am the middle child of five. I have a brother and sister older than me and a brother and sister younger than me. Our house was always busy, bursting with sound. A radio or stereo would play nonstop because my parents loved music and loved to dance. They would hand-dance in the middle of the floor, my father sliding his feet across the floor, twirling my mother. Then she'd stop quickly and ease into step with him, matching his rhythm. We kids would sit watching, oohing and aahing at their coolness, and then we would clap enthusiastically at the end of the song.

In the evening and on weekends my father and brothers cheered and hollered as they tossed a football to each other. Sometimes my father stood in the middle of the street and threw long arching balls that landed right at the chest of one of my brothers, who then ran around the yard boasting.

We had a lot of family gatherings: crab feasts, fish fries, cookouts. My father brought home live crabs by the bushel and then poked at them as we watched, amazed and respectful of the big claws that grabbed at anything. My aunts, uncles, cousins, and Mama and Daddy's friends came to our cookouts and stuffed themselves and drank until some of them got real quiet while others got real loud.

Mother stayed home with us children while my father worked full-time as a mechanic at a car dealership and part-time driving a truck. He was proud that he was able to make enough money to take care of all of us. We had everything we needed and most of what we wanted. We had the latest toys. I had Baby Tender Love, the first doll to look like a real baby with white, soft skin, blue eyes, and blond hair. As I got older I collected Barbies. I had a dollhouse with more furniture in it than we had in our house.

Little creatures just fascinated me. I had dogs, cats, turtles, hamsters, gerbils, and fish. My brother Lawrence used to go fishing in my fish tank with a needle and thread. Generally he wanted to help and protect us, which is why he dreamed of becoming a superhero. It made sense later that as an adult he became a police officer.

The three oldest of us used to play church a lot, which is fitting now too because we are all ministers today. Church was a big part of our life. My family, minus my father, went to Carmody Hills Baptist Church, faithfully. As far back as I can remember I went to Sunday school and church service almost every Sunday.

My father was well liked by everyone because he kept people laughing. He was handsome, youthful, energetic, and athletic. He never looked his age. He was a good father and he enjoyed being one, spending a lot of time camping and fishing with his boys. Our life was carefree and full of fun and people and laughter.

Then one day when something horrible happened and we all changed forever. That day is a bookmark in my life. There is life before it and the pages of life lived after it.

I was in third grade and came home from school expecting nothing unusual. Mother was home as always, but it was strangely quiet. I do not remember whether or not Lawrence and LaReese were already there when I got home. What I remember is Mother taking the three of us to her bedroom and sitting with us on the bed.

"Your daddy has been in a terrible accident at work," she said, her lips trembling. "He was in a fire. He was burned pretty bad." Tears streamed down her cheeks. She paused and looked somewhere beyond us. "He's in a coma--and he may die."

The words seemed to tumble out of her mouth, one sentence after another, without any breath in between.

Later, we saw a news report on TV about the accident. They speculated that someone was smoking a cigarette and threw a butt near a gas tank at the car dealership. The tank exploded and Daddy was surrounded by fire. The only way to get out was to run through the flames. They said my father was completely on fire and that some coworkers rolled him on the ground to put out the flames.

For the next few days people came to our house to sit with Mother. At times there was crying and whispering. We children could not go to the hospital to...

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Verlag
Harmony Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2004
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0385498322
ISBN 13 
9780385498326
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1
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292
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