It's been a while...

I did it. I've started running. It began when I wasn't sweating on the treadmill anymore. And running on the 'mill doesn't lend itself well to phone blogging.

And now it turns out I am going to run some 5k races. Like when I started losing weight, small steps first - my goal I to run the whole time, and finish, even if it's last.

That's the great thing about living with the knowledge that Jesus wants us to come to him, just as we are. He doesn't want us to be first in line, but he wants us to finish the race. It's not about who wins I'd loses, but about crossing the finish line into Heaven. I am training for both - because the only thing that makes us better, whether it's running or evangelizing, is practice!

"you need to stop"

Thank you for your concern. I am not anorexic, bullemic, or have any other disease. I am not obsessed with exercise or losing weight.

Let me tell what I am. Committed to living healthily.

Yeah, someone told me again that they were worried about me. I understand that I have undergone dramatic change. But I am doing it right. I don't starve, that's for sure.

I constantly think about food. That's why I plan out my meals and snacks.

I want my body to look good, toned, and fit. That is why I work out 2x a day.

I care about my health, and my family's - that's why I do what I do. Is someone who brushes their teeth every day obsessed?

I have Jesus as my coach. Through Him I can do anything!

Saying goodbye...

Yesterday we took our cat to the humane society. It was hard.

He had been...going...wherever he pleased, not always in his box, for at least a year. He isn't sick, and tried everything - diet, changing litter brands, toys, everything. The last straw was him...going...on some of my son's things.

The hard part was that he had been our friend for almost 10 years. But it was the hardest right decision I've ever made. He was endangering the health of my family, and I had to pick them over him. It was a hard thing.

So now he us at a shelter. That's all we know and will know.

Before I left I sat and wept for a few mnutes. Lisa couldn't be there when I took him in.

I told him we loved him. Something I needed to say more than he needed to hear. He was a good friend.

Bye, bud.