So lots of you have already commented on the "overweight" part of my self-description. You don't think I'm overweight. You think I look fine. You don't see any problem with my weight.
You also don't have to button my pants.
Yesterday morning I wore a pair of pants I purchased recently, and let's just say there's a reason I chose a shirt with a tail to be worn on the outside of the pants rather than the inside of the pants. Last night I tried to put on a pair of shorts and could not get them fastened.
I celebrated by eating a strawberry-rhubarb pie that someone left in my garage yesterday. Thank you to whoever that was--it was just what I needed yesterday.
Today I got up and began running again. I used to do this. Last December I was up to running nearly three miles a day when I got sick with the flu, and I have not been back to the running since. This morning I ran and walked alternating 1/4 mile laps, and I both ran and walked one mile each.
This is more than just being heavy. This is about being a good steward of my body. How can I have any credibility to chastise the diabetics in my congregation who do not watch their diets when I am just getting larger and larger? How can I stand beside someone in my congregation who is trying to overcome addictive behavior when all I do is eat to relieve stress?
And so here we go. What's the goal? It's nothing numerical--it's just to be faithful and obedient to the God who has entrusted me to care for this body in a way that honors him.
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When I first read this, I thought you said you ate a pie that someone had left in your "garbage". Good God man, you surely DID NOT eat that pie...Say it ain't so! But if you really did sit down (or stand up, or whatever your fancy is)and ate the whole thing, I say, "BRING ON A SECOND ONE!"
The pie wasn't in the garbage, but it was left on the hood of Becky's Volvo.
And by the way--I really like pie....
MMMMMMMMM...floor pie!!!!!!!
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