Finally Doing My Part
April 1, 2017

 

OK.

So Bonnie said something totally profound to me. (She does that, quite a bit). She said, “Joe, you are totally happy with your health if you can take a pill to make it all better”. Ouch. Hurt like pricking my finger to take my blood readings.

She’s right.

I’ve been flirting with my diabetes, well, actually its a wild affair, for 18 years I think. It has been manageable by walking, kind of watching what I eat, and then just living life. Well, apparently, life has changed for me.

My readings have not been good for a while, going between 180-210, especially in the mornings. So the doctor increased my meformin from 500 twice a day to 1000 twice a day. I thought the increase would keep me at status quo. But oh no, not at all.

My next step is insulin. I told the doctor. Give me two weeks of diet and exercise and see if I can change this. So I’ve been working it. Like a champ.

Walking, more often than not, and eating much better. I’ve added color to my diet: peppers, veggies, all sorts of healthy things. Bonnie has been cooking a “Mediterranean Diet” from a book she got. Healthy choices, better choices. Couldn’t do this without her. Couldn’t do this without God. Who thought I could or would want to eat healthy?

Sugars are rarely in the 150’s mostly 1320’s-140’s, sometimes in the mornings, and dinner time around 97-120.  There is nothing to brag about so I’m not bragging, but finally the light has clicked on. I’m eating better, exercising a wee bit more, and avoiding sweets totally (although Bonnie made this black bean cake that’s a killer). Eating more veggies for sure, and healthier snacks.

I’m saying this to encourage others that may be going through this. It’s doable. Pray. Research. Change some habits.

I’m excited, down to 254, lowest I’ve been in at least 10 years, and its dropping off.

You can do it. Seriously, if I did it, so could you.

273.6/254.4

Step By Step
June 1, 2016

So I’ve been going back and forth regarding what to do about this weight issue. Part of me REALLY cares and other times not so much. Part of me thinks I’d like to continue this walk to 199 and another part thinks that as long as my numbers are good, what’s the difference.

Well, I’m back at it again, giving it another shot. Weight was 268.0 today, I’ve been worse, but been better. I think I mentioned I’ve had some issues with my shoulder and am getting treatment for that. I used that as an excuse not to walk. Like I need an excuse.

I’ve discovered that mileage and time was stressing me out when I walked. It was not fun. I would walk so fast (at least fast for me) and it was difficult to talk with Bonnie, who was faster than me, because of being out of breath. So, we decided to walk at a “decent” pace, which I recommend. Also, the mileage thing has been replaced in regards to goals. When we walk we go from 2.25 to 3+ miles, but what I’ve been doing, although I still use the “Map My Walk” app, I have found that there is an app on my I-Phone that counts my steps.

Now I live a pretty sedentary lifestyle. I’m a pastor/counselor. I spend much time sitting in counseling and preparing my sermons, so activity isn’t the foremost of my existence. So I walk. Now I’m told that a person needs 10,000 steps a day. For a sedentary guy like me, it might as well be a million. So I had set goals of 7000 to start with and am up to 8000, and if the walking continues, should get to 9-10,000 easily. When I don’t walk, well, here’s some stats.

Without my taking a walk, here are some days totals of steps in a day: 3,045; 1,686; 2,823, 2,402, etc. No wonder the weight doesn’t come off. But on a day like today (5/31) where I walked 2.29 miles, I achieved 9,152 steps and that was with me working today counseling! So, I’m trying to go with taking steps, walking toward that 199, step by step, day by day. Because I don’t walk daily like I was, I’m sore and weak.

I realized that Christianity is like this. Sometimes, a few days may go by without my devotions, so then I spend 2-3 hours to make up for it. Well, that’s not good.

Christianity needs to be a walk, a daily walk with Christ. Not a sprint then three days off. Some of the days it feels like I walked 2000 steps with Christ, then do a 10,000 step day, then the next day or two under 4000. So I’ve decided to come to Christ step by step also. It’s the only way to get strength. If not, then I get sore and weak.

So those trying to lose weight, take it step by step. And those who are walking with Christ, walk Him step by step also. It’s easier to keep up with Him when you’re walking with Him daily.

He Ain’t Heavy……Well, Yeah, He Is
March 16, 2016

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So I went to the doctor’s last Friday for a follow up appointment from when I had my urinary tract infection. Listen to this wonderful story about my health insurance.

Before I took the insurance, we called to see if our doctor was covered, and was told she was. I then asked what hospital I was to use, as my doctor is associated with the one at the end of my street, called Sharon Regional. So they said it wasn’t on the list, but I was “probably” covered. I don’t trust any of them.

Let me back up. In February, I ended going in to see an associate of my doctor, as my doctor wasn’t in, and told him my complaints. He gives me a urine test and says there is an infection. Antibiotics and if there are still problems then I should go to the ER.

That night, I couldn’t breathe. Bonnie was at work, she calls the insurance and says what’s going on and what hospital should I go to. The lady said Sharon Regional wasn’t covered and I had to go to UPMC (which I preferred as I believe it’s a better hospital. I’m so glad Bonnie called, because this gets better). So off I go and all sorts of tests, x-rays, etc., and I go home.

Now I like my doctor and I’m deciding do I find a doc associated with UPMC? After all, if I’m hospitalized, she can’t come see me. So, as I like the doctor, I’m keeping her.

Ok, back to the present. Before I go to the doctor’s on Friday, Bonnie opens the mail and we get a bill for my urine test. My doctor’s associate, apparently, sent it in for testing TO SHARON REGIONAL, and I got a bill for $500! I’m going to sell my urine if it’s that valuable! Chanel No. 5, look out.

Now my doctor who I saw last Friday is a sweetheart. I like her personality and her medical skills. So she tells me my blood work is good and I’m in “great shape”. (I love this doctor). Other than my sugar which was 8 on my hemoglobin A1C. It should be 6 or lower. So, back to walking and watching what I eat. I also have a cyst on my kidney that they will monitor.

I’ve discovered something about me during this aging process. I’ve said this before, I don’t care much what other people think. They want me to get on the scale, and normally I empty pockets, wear shorts, no socks, take off coats, and trim my nails and eyebrows to get my weight taken and tell myself that the kidney cyst must weigh 5 pounds AT LEAST. Not anymore. Jeans, hoodie sweatshirt, socks, jacket, pockets full of keys and a wallet. It didn’t matter. I am what I am.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m going to try to lose weight, and normally I weigh myself in the morning with just my gutchies on (sorry for the visual there), and weigh myself before and after my shower and take my lowest number. However, I’m no longer stressing about it. I’ll try my best and weigh myself occasionally. I’ll exercise and attempt to lower my A1C, but that’s it. No fad diets, but will try to get off the diabetic med.

Now, I realize I am in “great shape” because of medicine. So I will try my best to get off the meds for blood pressure (maybe just quit following the Browns, that should lower it) and keep the cholesterol low. I’ve incorporated oatmeal with all natural peanut butter and add fruit. Actually, it’s my favorite meal, at least for now.

I want to be around for my grandchildren and dance at their weddings. (When I dance now, I realize I move like a drunk rhino or Elaine on Seinfeld). So I’m not making light of it. I want to encourage everyone to do what you can to lose the weight you need, strengthen the muscles you need, and don’t give up.

In the meantime, I cut my portions, have an occasional piece of Philadelphia Candies chocolate, share mini M&Ms with Haniah, but try to focus on more balanced meals. Ok, yesterday we had Olive Garden and I ate enough bread sticks to build Trump’s wall, but that wasn’t the norm. I wish it could be. When I’m home I eat wheat pasta, and I hear my mother’s voice saying, “Joey, I raised you better than that”. But, she died at 68 from complications from her diabetes and heart. So, Mama, I gotta do what I got to do. With the help of Christ, through prayer.

I hate on Facebook when people say, “I’m going to do this” or “I’m going to do that”. Just do it. After you’re done, let us know what you did. That’s my plan. An occasional update. Today I weigh 273.6, fully clothed, as I don’t want to have you visualize me, you know, the other way.

 

Stuck In The Middle With You
February 23, 2016

 

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It’s been awhile since I talked of my walk to 199. It’s been a very slow walk.

Last year this time, my numbers were awful. Sugar up, cholesterol up, liver function not good. I then proceeded to walk most of the summer, lost weight (I was 276, I think), dropped to 264 (I think). Got lazy at the end of summer (which was gorgeous, beautiful walking weather through December), and didn’t do much.

I ate horrible again, went for easy instead of nutritious. Weight remained steady, but found that I have little energy. Picked up walking again in January, as it’s been mild, but not at the pace I used to walk. Didn’t change eating, and here I am. Sugar is way up, liver number is up, and getting screened for prostate cancer, as I had a bad urinary infection and they want to check it all out.

Ever walk down the street and catch your reflection in the window or mirror and immediately become shocked? I did. Shocking isn’t the word. Devastated. From looking at my body from my view (head looking down), it’s not George Clooneyish, but it’s not that bad. But when I see it from the side, it’s pretty revealing.

Well, we know the battlefield is in the mind, and my mind is sort of there. Ok, if it’s a battlefield, then picture you’re in a fox hole with a gun, but not sure if you want to put in ammo to fight. Yeah, that’s about it.

With me, I go through periods of doing real well and then periods of real  bad. My cousin John put it best, “All diets work if you stay on them”. I’m not into dieting (obviously) but do need to better watch what I’m eating. The Fast metabolism diet worked, but if I didn’t stay on it, I blew up like the Hindenburg. (Too soon?).

My mother was a diabetic. I am so like her. She would eat a donut, then increase her insulin shot. I’m the same way (without the shot!). Her answer to everything was “Eat. You’re too skinny anyways”. Sweets! My motto has always been, “I’d rather eat cake than steak”.

So this blog isn’t to tell you, “I’ve got this. I’m going to do better. I’m going to lose weight. I’m going to, as Seinfeld says, “yada yada yada”. I’m just telling you this is where I’m at.

My frame of mind is good (well, come on, as good as it could get), and I’m not anxious or depressed. Just want to fill you in on what’s been going on. I’m not going to continually tell you my weight, but I will with my struggles, as it may be helpful to someone. So if I come to mind, please pray for me. God is so good.

So thanks for your faithfulness. Still planning on Walking to 199, but not sure if I may have to pick up the pace or not.

 

 

 

Hello (Not Adele)
February 7, 2016

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This winter has been extremely mild, probably the mildest I ever remember for western Pennsylvania (the five winters in Florida don’t count, for obvious reasons).

Bonnie and I have been pretty faithful in our walking at Buhl Park, our favorite place to walk. Today, for example, it was sunny and 39 degrees, a bit brisk but if dressed properly, very doable. The coldest I’ve walked in was 12 degrees, but I wasn’t dressed properly.

Sometimes we walk in the morning, which is preferable unless bitter cold, and sometimes in the afternoon. We walked this afternoon, and Bonnie and I talked about the differences between morning walkers and afternoon ones.

Morning walkers seem to be more pleasant and friendly. They spot you from 15 yards away and begin their eye contact. As they approach, brief conversations occur. “Good morning, great day isn’t it?”. “Yes, unbelievable warm winter”. “Best I can remember”. “Hope it stays that way till spring”. “Have a good day”. “You too”.

Pleasant, friendly, and engaging. One of the things I like about small town living. You get to know people and people aren’t afraid to talk to each other.

Unless you’re an afternoon walker. They seem to be a little more “uptight”. Maybe it’s because they’re in a hurry or they’re on a break from work or maybe they think they’re better than you.

They spot you from 15 yards away and immediately lower their eyes. They move towards you but further to the side away from you. I like to force them to ignore me. I stare at them until they make eye contact, and if they don’t, I say, “Good afternoon” or “hey”. Sometimes they respond politely, but mostly they ignore or pretend they don’t hear. These are the ones not wearing headphones. The ones with headphones don’t acknowledge anything.

The girl yesterday was beyond ridiculous. We hit the 15 yard mark and she was wearing headphones. She wouldn’t make contact, not even a glance. And THEN as she is within 10 feet of me, she turns in the opposite direction of me and looks into the sky! I’m thinking, “Lady, I’m 260, what the heck is bigger that you’re looking at in the sky?”

And there’s no shame. I feel they go home and write in their diary, “Dear diary, I walked in the Park today and talked with no one. Oh, one or two tried to engage me with a “hello”, but I stared off into space as if I had spotted the Second Coming. Well done, diary, a good day”.

My wife Bonnie is the nicest person I know. She is ridiculously nice. I think I caught my diabetes from her sweetness. She has held the door for so many people when we’re shopping, I could get a burger and a haircut and she’d still be holding the door. She has a sign in our house that says, “Because Nice Matters”. People make fun of her, but I tell you, when people start to complain or judge, she gives them the right advice always and says afterwards, “And why do we do that?”. And the person she is talking to says “Because nice matters.” They know her.

Why is it that people refuse to be nice? A simple “hello”, a heartfelt “How are you?”, must be too taxing for people to say. It would require caring, interest, and possibly, oh no, love? When did we become a world of tin men? Trying to go to the Wizard to get a heart. How have we become so cold?

It reminds me of Matthew 24:12- “And because lawlessness will be increased, the love of many will grow cold”.  Is that where we’re at? Have we chosen to build walls around us so not to get hurt? Can anyone break those walls?

The walls, my friends, come down from our side. We have to choose to trust, to engage, to “be bothered with other people”, and even to love. It’s as simple as a “hello”. Yet that appears to be, at least in the afternoon, the hardest word to say.

 

The Fat Guy Returns
December 15, 2014

Wellllll, having lost almost all control, I have gained back most of my weight. I couldn’t afford to keep up with the “Fast Metabolism” diet. So I quit. Not liking it at all, but it brings up several things I’ve noticed about me, and maybe you notice it about yourself.
1. I self-destruct. I had hit about 247, and was the lowest I’ve been in quite awhile. So, being three pounds away from my lowest in forever, I self destruct. Let myself go back to old ways, weight creeping up 5 pounds, 10, 20, now 25. It’s almost like I REFUSE to succeed.
2. I fool myself. I keep saying I’m going to get back on it. I’m going to do this and do that, yada, yada, yada, and talk a great game. And do nothing. But in my mind, I’m Olympian.
3. It’s a mental challenge, not a physical one. In my mind I go back to how I lost the weight. And meditate on it for a few months…….then do nothing. Trying hard to get back to the mental part.
4. I’m all or nothing. If I can’t follow the eating and exercise plan COMPLETELY, then I don’t follow it at all. And I didn’t.
5. I get embarrassed. I don’t think I’ve gotten embarrassed in a long time, but this embarrasses me. It’s ridiculous, really. As the late Joan Rivers said, “I’ve lost so much weight I should be a charm on a charm bracelet”. It’s embarrassing for me, though, for a different reason. Not that the Fat Guy came back, but because I’m better than this.
6. I’m better than this. I settle for less instead of what’s best for me. Bad habits creep in and take my body hostage.  I submit and give them authority. As Stuart Smalley says, “I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me.”  Trying to remember that.
7. I still like me even though the Fat Guy returned. Somewhere along the way, how I look no longer affects the love I have for me.
8. Love is NOT giving in to every desire. Love is taking care of yourself. So, I’m learning a new “love”.
Thanks, I feel better.

One Year Later
May 23, 2014

It has been two months almost to the day since my last blog. Various reasons, but most importantly, I didn’t want to. How terrible is that? I was going along pretty good, then “Boom”, desire left me. Not just desire to write, but desire to set boundaries in my eating habits. Not sure why, but as that famous saying goes, “It is what it is”.

I was moving along famously, particularly following the Fast Metabolism Diet, and it was good. But it was expensive to follow it how it should be. I’m no doctor, lawyer, etc., just a poor little preacher, so as it started costing more and more, I decided to follow my own plan, which is really the Metabolism Diet with different types of food, or cheaper foods. Also, I got off the routine of eating snacks, sometimes going 8 hours between breakfast and dinner. I know that is not the way to lose weight. But I wasn’t focused.

And I fell into the trap of “No need to measure out a cup and a half of oatmeal, you can eye ball it”. Well, I think my portions got a bit out of control or I got one crazy eyeball. It’s being lazy. So as I was 247 two months ago, I am 255 this morning. Up 8 pounds.

I’ve found that I’m anal in some areas, (which I’m glad for this area),  so I went back and reviewed my “Walking To 199” statistics. It’s funny when you write things down, because in your head, you’ve done much better. So how did the walking go? I am so glad you asked.

Since today, the 23rd, is the one year mark, I discovered that I have walked, or have taken walks on 99 days.  I’ve walked 200.9 miles this past year. Some days I walked twice or three times in a day (rarely). Now, this doesn’t include walks on the beach with Bonnie, walking around Lake Eustis with my sister Kathy, walking at the Outlet Mall at Bonnie’s ridiculous pace , or other walks that I’ve forgotten to log, but there aren’t that many. So I’d say to be safe, the 99 serious walks is pretty accurate. I think that is lousy, especially when I live near this gorgeous park (Buhl Park) and belong to Planet Fitness, about three miles from my house.

I lost 10 days to a rib injury in August, took two weeks off over Thanksgiving, 25 days off over Christmas, and the entire month of April off. Why? Lazy or liking that Easter chocolate. So, like, I’m looking at this and thinking, “well that explains a lot”.

When I started this blog, I figured I’d be like the guy on YouTube who lost a zillion pounds in a year, had bloody nipples from running, etc. I guess my self motivation isn’t very motivating.

During this time, I went to North Carolina and later to Florida. Vacations are excuses to not exercise. I certainly did not, except for working out a day in North Carolina.

A lot’s happened since the last blog, which I’ll relay later. Got to meet dear friends that I haven’t seen in 35 years. The big one is I found Jim Paynter. Got to meet him and spend 5-6 hours with him which was totally a blessing for me. More about that later.

So here we are my friends. Sorry it’s been so long. Am I disappointed? Yeah, I wanted to lose more. Encouraged? Well, yeah, because I’m 18 pounds lighter since I started the walk, and 28 from March of 2013. But right now, I’m counting the 18 only. So, 18 in a year, which is 1.5 pounds a month. I can do better. My goal is to lose 24 pounds this year. That will put me at 232. And, I want to walk 200 days this year. That’s the plan.

The Lord will help me. He’s the only reason I’m back on track.

 

Born To Run
March 24, 2014

Ok, so it’s been over two weeks since my last blog. How fast time flies when you’re having fun.

I had about two weeks of maintaining my weight, not following the eating plan as strictly as I had and not exercising regularly, so I have figured out how to maintain. I don’t want to maintain at this weight, so I’ve been getting serious the past few days.

I’ve hit Planet Fitness regularly, and EVEN JOGGED. I don’t know the last time I ran, (I think when the buffet was closing in five minutes), so it felt good. Ok, not exactly run, but jog. Haven’t done that for a very long time. And when I was jogging, my friend Alec came over to talk to me, and I actually carried on a conversation WHILE jogging. THAT has been a very long time.

So I’m feeling good. People are starting to notice, and that’s cool, but the cooler thing is I feel so much better. Much more energy, and it’s actually funny. I’ve noticed that I actually run up the steps. This isn’t planned, just break out into a run. This is all crazy. I love it though. Makes me feel like a kid. A fat kid, but one that’s working it off.

My legs are a bit sore, but who’d thought I’d be running? Not me. So the focus is to walk, but I go and run a couple minutes, walk five or six, run a couple more, walk five or six, etc. It’s working as I’m burning over 300 calories on the treadmill, which excites me also.Not exactly Olympian is style or effort, but I never dreamed I’d have the energy to do this. Excite, yes, very much so thank you.

I believe there is a correlation between what’s going on physically and what’s going on spiritually. I’ve been digging into the Word and memorizing Scripture. That gets my spirit going and it carries over physically. It’s like I am a new person, almost like when I received Christ. I’m able to do things now that I couldn’t before.

Have you ever been losing weight and you step on the scale, and see numbers you haven’t seen for awhile, and you can’t believe it? So you step off and get back on. And it’s the same. Bonnie reminded me that ten years ago, when I followed Weight Watchers, that I was 243, the lowest I’ve been in 10 years. But I got tired of counting points, so i fell off and never tried to climb back on. But today I am at 247.4, a drop of 26.5 pounds since Feb. 3rd and 36 since March of 2013. I’ve gone, so far from size 48 pants to 42 and they’re getting baggy. I went from 18 1/2 size shirt to 17 1/2. This is exciting.

I’m enjoying eating for the first time in a long time. No guilt, no condemnation. I do the best I can, and I tell you, I’m good with this. I’ve discovered that if you fail to prepare, you prepare to fail. I HAVE, thanks to Bonnie, been prepared for all the “goodies” in life and take no chances. I have my snacks, healthy snacks, around me constantly. It works.

So, what is your struggle? Are you still fighting it or have you thrown in the towel, like Roberto Duran, shouting, “No Mas”? Whatever you do, don’t quit. Ever. Take a time out, take a break, but don’t quit. Get rested, get back up. Keep your eye on the goal. It’s there. Seriously, if I can do this, you can.

Weight: 247.4

Angry Young Man
March 8, 2014

Well, another week under the belt (that’s a sick expression for a guy trying to lose weight).

It’s been a weird week, eating habits were out of whack (amazing how old habits can come back like a pimple). So, on the good side, I worked out 3 times this week. So that’s good. But the weight this morning is 149.4.  Up 1.4 pounds. (I was upset, until I remembered, “I’m in the 240’s).  So, I figure I’ll have weeks like that. Good advice from my son Ben and my good friend, Vinny in regards to weight training. I got this!

I’m really excited spiritually, which leads to excitement physically. If I’m good spiritually, I’m good physically. I’ve begun to memorize Scriptures, a hearty task I might add. I read this book by Jerry Bridges and he said about memorization, so I thought I’d try it. He said to figure an area you need to work on (I narrowed it down to 15), and came up with anger.

I’ve always had an anger problem. I tell everyone that I can beat anyone in a “chainsaw throw”. I’ve thrown mine many times, and with quite accuracy and a distance of many yards. There’s also the “lawnmower kick”, but that doesn’t make the lawnmower go  very far.  Then there’s the “rip up the outside Christmas lights”, where they become so tangled, you just start ripping them apart and then throwing them away. More expensive than tearing up a phone book.

So, anger it is. We all have issues, don’t we? Overeating, swearing, anger, lust, hate, bitterness, prejudices, being a Steelers fan. We all do. It’s funny how we can easily point the finger at someone else, but not take to heart what we do. I guess it’s that sinful, human, nature we inherited. Stupid Adam and Eve.

But it can be overcome. The problem is that nobody wants to fight for it. Nobody wants to change. We become used to it, befriend it, and declare, “It’s just how I am! My daddy was this way, his daddy was this way, so it’s in the genes.” But it doesn’t have to be. Scripture tells us, for those who believe, “sin shall not be master over you  because you are no longer under sin but under grace”. (Romans 6:14).   That’s pretty thrilling.

I used to be a drunk, but not anymore. I used to do drugs. But not anymore. It’s because of God’s mercy and grace, and that very grace that brought me out from under the stronghold.

Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m still an idiot. In many ways. Too many to list. But I find that I make smarter decisions, better choices. Because of God. Yet, I’m still fat.

But I’m defeating this giant of weight. It’s being knocked down. I no longer live to eat, but eat to live. It’s because we, if we’re believers, we are more than conquerors. Able to do all things.

So how you doing with your giants? You can slay it, you know. I believe it. Do you?

Weight 249.4

Stand Tall
January 4, 2014

(Stand Tall is a song by former lead man of the Guess Who, Burton Cummings)

Old habits die hard.

I heard a saying that if you do something for 30 days, it becomes a habit. For example, eating healthy, or exercise. Well I’d been doing pretty good, but since December 13th, haven’t taken any walks toward the 199 I want.

I’ve been eating poorly and not exercising. Weight is at 164.2 this morning. But, although I’ve lost ground, maybe have lost some battles, the war still rages. There are two options: quit or fight. I choose to fight.

Hopefully you’ll learn from my mistakes, and that’s what this is about.

A mindset can be molded, but it must be maintained. It can be solidified, but can also became liquified. But even though I consider this a huge setback, I know that through Christ’s help, I’ll do this.

Isaiah 50:7 says “But the Lord God helps me; therefore I have not been disgraced; therefore I have set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall not be put to shame.” So I will set my face like flint. I know that God will help me.

Reading over the pasts posts on this blog, there are lots of failures. Many screw ups.  I should be further along than I am. But, as the saying goes, “it is what it is”.

This blog will hopefully encourage those who are struggling with not just weight, but other issues. This is a book about life. The successes and failures, ups and downs, good and bad.

The holidays kicked my butt. I got lazy, and I got sidetracked. I admit my mistakes, now lets move on. We can’t lay in self pity and have a party. Acknowledge what we’ve done, don’t make excuses, don’t be a victim, admit our weaknesses, and move on. I will, and hope you will do.

This is not the end of the story. It’s a chapter. We will look back on these instances, and do what we’re called to do. That is to succeed.

This is all part of what my goals are for 2014. No excuses. Take responsibility. Not have a victim mentality. Not to complain. Be a doer of the Word and not a hearer.

You with me?