It has been a month since my last update on my battle with weight, and unfortunately the past month has not been good. It would be easy to not write anything, but I promised to write updates, and this is as much for myself, to keep accountable to anyone who does read this.
Between the weather and my back, I haven’t done any consistent walking, and I haven’t used the bike in my office more than a few times. My eating has definitely not been healthy, although I have tried to limit to one serving. However, that was not the case over the past week since Thanksgiving.
And I have also noticed as my eating habits and resolve have slipped, so has the amount of time I spend reading the Bible and talking to God. I’m still consistent with that every day, but the quality and quantity of time have taken a hit.
With the whole Christmas holiday season upon us, and events to attend and places to travel, I am going to be tempted to throw in the towel and just tell myself I will start over again after the new year has arrived. But that is NOT what I want to do. Maybe, just maybe, writing this down and sharing it will remind me of my commitment. And it is just not a commitment to myself, but a commitment to God, to surrender ALL of myself to Holy Spirit.
That is my prayer, and I thank those of you who have assured me that you are praying with me, as well.
Grace and peace, y’all…
Things That I Write About
Some days I will continue to share my memories of my past. It has been a long strange trip so far, and my journey has shaped a large part of who I am today. But it is God who has molded me into exactly who I am now. And if I don’t also write about how God is continuing to mold and shape me, I am missing the main point of my life right now. My past is interesting, and my struggles are real. But my walk with God is vital, and I firmly believe that my walk with Him today is why I am here to write about my past.
This is the final story of my three runaway adventures while I was in high school. This took place during my senior year at RVCS in 1977. The result was quite disappointing for me, but God had different plans for how this story would end.
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It’s been way too long since I last wrote anything new here, and right now there is no excuse for that, so I’m going to do a quick update on the past few months. Since I first wrote about my weight struggle back in October, I’ve been in a mostly downward spiral. Maybe I should…