What a day,
Oh what a day.
My baby brother ran away,
And now my tuba will not play.
I'm eight years old
And turning grey.
Oh what a day, Oh what a day.
Whenever I say oh what a day instantly that poem repeats in my head. LOL It's by Shel Silverstein.
Today was not about food. It was about Jesus. I clung to Him all day! It was a rough day, a day I wanted chocolate, and cheese and tortilla chips, and arabic food... and... but instead I stuck with it, knowing that success = doing what is right/long periods of time.
My plan was a walk in the morning, but I missed my queue to get out of bed. So I went in the evening. I even didn't want to do that at 8pm but I reminded myself that it was part of the plan, and in order to hit the goals I have set out, a walk was needed. 30 minutes, 1.72 miles. I wasn't setting any speed records, but I was out! and about! I was moving faster than I have moved in quite awhile.
I had a good weekend, I ate very well. However, I weighed myself and I was up two pounds, that's frustrating. But I'll keep doing what I know is right!!
So that's it. A little frustrating, but I know what to do. Going to just keep doing it.
Phil 3:13-14 Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, 14 I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.