That’s good news and bad, too. I’m glad today is over. It felt like a bad hangover, withdrawal, and the flu all mixed together. I’m glad to be one day closer to forever. I’m glad we don’t have to do today again. I’m sad we’re not there yet. I look forward to the day I wake up there.
Today was not easy. Easy would be celebrating today with food. Sigh.
Whenever I try to do the right thing my options to do the wrong thing multiply.
I am committed to losing weight, but my body is like a stone around my neck. How can I stay afloat with a rock for a float? Am I my own worst enemy? I want to do the right thing but I do the wrong thing. Now is a good time for me to read Romans chapters seven and eight again.
I read both chapters, again. I need to read them again and again. I need to practice. I could have made at least two trips to the refrigerator in the time it took me to read two chapters. I read, therefore I write, right?