January 2

OMG...my momma is the best cook! Even last night before drifting off to sleep, I told my husband that I hoped my mother would cook a big breakfast for us...and she did! Go momma!

I was going to start a 3 day fast today, but in light of this unexpected trip to visit the family, my husband and I decided to start on Monday the 4th.

Breakfast: 2 biscuits w/gravy, 1 fried egg, 5 or 6 small pieces of bacon, 1 homemade waffle with butter and syrup, 3 glasses of orange juice (mmmmmmm!!!!)

Lunch- 1 can of coke, 2 shortbread cookies, 2 chocolates

Dinner- big dinner salad, steak tips w/gravy, Texas toast, baked potato with butter and sour cream, large coke, banana pudding.

Snack- 2 Turtle chocolates, 2 Rice Krispie treats, 1/4 of an ice cream sandwich.


Exercise- Walking on the treadmill- 30 min, speed 2.0


I am seriously out of shape ya'll, and 30 minutes of exercise is HARD! I HATE, HATE, HATE every second!

My parents have a little, rickety ol' treadmill that I walked on last night and used again today, and it was really tough walking for 30 minutes straight. After about 20 minutes, I was so relieved and thought, "Oh great...well, I can just stop at 25 minutes and do a stretch and a cool down for 5. Yeah, that's what I'll do!" But I realized that that was just an old habit of mine rearing its ugly head! Telling myself that I've done enough and stopping just short of my goal...then feeling like I let myself down later. That's going to be a hard one to change because it's just so easy to do in the moment. But last night I kept right on, telling myself, "No, your feet are staying planted right here for 30 minutes no matter what!" Myself can be so bossy sometimes!

And tonight I was ready to quit at 15 minutes, but I stuck to it. But I don't feel good about it like you're supposed to...I'm mad. Mad that I have to do this, mad that I'm out of shape and mad that I'm not one of those people who just loves exercise.

The Bible says that we have a spirit man and the flesh and that they're at war all the time. Well, my flesh whines and cries like a big baby and pretty much gets its way all the time. But I'm praying that my spirit man becomes stronger and that this gets easier cause right now this sucks!