The last few weeks has been good. I have made the commitment to work out four times a week, watching what I eat. Things have been good. Maybe too good. I think I was starting to slip into a sense that everything was okay. I had lost the urgency of my problem (refer to first blog and the term MORBIDLY OBESE)
Today I worked out with Missy. She is my trainer. We met at the park for about 45 minutes. She led me through a workout of running/walking, jumping rope, lunges, crunches, and a really hard exercise that I don't remember the name of at the moment (involving falling to the ground, shooting my legs back, doing a push up and jumping back up not easy to do for a big boy) and some other stuff. It was a good workout. I was tired, out of breath, and my heart was racing. But it was a good kind of tired. I appreciate Missy for doing it.
Got me to thinking though. As I drove away I thought, "you know that would have been so much easier 100lbs lighter. I bet if I work harder through the week, it will have a dramatic effect on the really hard days with Missy. My body won't try to reject working so hard; I will be more flexible; My lungs will not think they are going to explode." Yeah, I'm sure it will help.
Sorry to get all spiritual on ya here, but here was my other thought. We often come to church on a Sunday morning and sometimes singing songs seems so comfortable and casual. Praying and spending time in mediation on a Sunday morning can seem awkward at times. I bet that if we worshipped (sang, prayed, spent time in scripture and mediation) it would make Sundays more powerful. It wouldn't seem so "different" but just something we are used to doing except this time on Sunday we join with other believers as a body. Yeah, I'm sure it will help.
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