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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wooohooooo you got this….