Something is wrong here…

All of this “running” and not a single zombie or dinosaur in sight.  What gives?

 

I am over these last two weeks.  They have really been difficult for me.  I struggled with making good choices and with being lazy.  I’m starting to really believe that this is more than just a physical battle.  It really seems to be a bit of a spiritual battle as well.  Temptations abound.  I came home to Pizza Thursday.  I knew I was coming home to Pizza.  I had to take my daughter to softball practice, so I tried to stay away until just before we had to leave.  I came in with 5 minutes to spare.  Guess what I did?  I hate Pizza.  A lot of it.  Pizza is top 3.  Pizza is one of those foods that I just can’t eat some of.  I have to eat all of it.  See that capital “P”?  That’s right.  It’s not just pizza, it is Pizza, the proper noun.  Tonight I was out doing softball stuff.  On the drive home I was thinking about getting on that stinking treadmill and “running”.  Guess what?  I came home to Pizza.  Guess what I did?  WRONG.  I got on the treadmill.  I “ran”.  I sweated.  I hated my unhealthy body and punished it.  I did not eat Pizza.  I left Pizza sitting on the counter where it can die.  Tonight, Man won.

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