I won't actually bore you with the list, but I bet I could come up with 19, no problem.
So today, I considered not logging calories but I thought that may be a mistake and figured I should, just to see how bad I did. I did not hold back much today; I ate much like I used to on a regular basis.
So, I consumed (according to my calculations) 5394 calories, 2913 over goal. Actually, more than twice my daily goal. And you know what? The food may have tasted good as I shoved it indiscriminately down my gullet, but afterwards, I felt terrible. Truth is, I still don't feel all that great.
That, my friends is why my long term goal is to lose 140 pounds.
But I weighed in today, randomly and I lost 4 pounds since Thursday. Woo hoo!
I didn't mention it yesterday, but if you're curious, I went to the doctor about my extreme case of poison ivy. Turns out, I also have a skin infection. Don't worry - it isn't staph or MRSA or anything that serious. Just a little grime and dirt in burst pustules of poison ivy, causing a dermatological infection.
How unpleasant is the word pustules? Almost as bad as seepage...
Anyway, I went on a little bit of a rant yesterday and it superseded some other things I wanted to say, like the above philosophical discussion on pustules and skin infections. Yuck.
The other thing I wanted to say was to give a shout out to any dad's who read my blog. You know who you are and today was your day. I lived it with abandon regarding food, I hope you enjoyed your day somehow.
Well, I go back to work tomorrow, even though I could call out. But it will be my third day in a row and I'll have to fill out that FMLA paperwork that says I don't want/need FMLA coverage and that's a bigger pain in my bu... neck than just going to work and suffering through the day. Uhh.
Peace and blessings to you, my readers. I was informed that there are more than 3 of you, like I previously believed. Apparently, there are at least 7. Woo.
Night all.
This post was writtne while listening to:
Love Comes Down by Resurrection Band
Deliver Me by David Crowder*Band
If I Leave This World Tomorrow - Live by Glenn Kaiser Band
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
18 minutes past my latest bedtime...
So here it is, almost 1 AM and I'm not tired. I'm usually in bed by 11:00!
Anyway, since I can't sleep, I thought I'd blog about the last two nights. Friday night I went on a date with my special lady. We went to Longhorn Steakhouse, drove around a bit, then had dessert at Cheesecake Factory. She kept joking that all we do on date night is drive around and have dinner.
In a way she's right. We end up doing that quite a bit on date night. It seems conducive to communication for us. If we're home, we want to watch TV or do housework or be on the computer. If we're at a restaurant, we're always concerned about other people hearing what we're talking about. Not that it's bad stuff, it's just our stuff. Then today, we went to a couple parks, played with Levi, then had dinner at the Plush Pig BBQ on Manchester. Brandy's verdict: "Ehh..." I concur.
Anyway, last night I consumed 4184 calories, over goal by 1672. Yikes! The Mac and Cheese at Longhorn has way more calories than I realized!
Tonight I consumed 3540 calories, 1032 over goal. Yikes! That BBQ place gave me a ton of rib tips! And ice cream has how many calories!?!?!
Anyway, there's my accountability stuff for the weight loss. Tonight I want to get something off my chest and into the nether-regions of cyber space.
What is it with people who gossip? I don't get it. Brandy and I both in the last few weeks have had people try to gossip to us. We try very hard not to gossip.
Pretend with me for a second that I have two friends who are also friends with each other. We'll call them... Uncle Jesse and Bo. Pretend that Uncle Jesse comes up to me and says: "Hey, Josh. Bo was in a car wreck and we should pray for him."
I reply "Oh my gosh! Is he okay?"
Uncle Jesse says "He will be. Now let's pray." We pray for recovery and whatever Bo needs that we don't know about. No gossip.
Pretend the scenario changes a bit.
Uncle Jesse comes up to me and says: "Hey, Josh. Bo was in a car wreck and we should pray for him."
I reply "Oh my gosh! Is he okay?"
Uncle Jesse shakes his head with a sigh. "Well, we're hopin' but you know how he likes to nip at the distillery in the back 40." Gossip.
What makes Uncle Jesse think I'm so stupid that I don't realize if he's gossiping to me about Bo, that he gossips to Daisy about me?!?
So, I'll leave you with this. Are you the first Uncle Jesse, or the second? Would you rather be the first Uncle Jesse or the second? Me, I'll be the first.
Anyway, since I can't sleep, I thought I'd blog about the last two nights. Friday night I went on a date with my special lady. We went to Longhorn Steakhouse, drove around a bit, then had dessert at Cheesecake Factory. She kept joking that all we do on date night is drive around and have dinner.
In a way she's right. We end up doing that quite a bit on date night. It seems conducive to communication for us. If we're home, we want to watch TV or do housework or be on the computer. If we're at a restaurant, we're always concerned about other people hearing what we're talking about. Not that it's bad stuff, it's just our stuff. Then today, we went to a couple parks, played with Levi, then had dinner at the Plush Pig BBQ on Manchester. Brandy's verdict: "Ehh..." I concur.
Anyway, last night I consumed 4184 calories, over goal by 1672. Yikes! The Mac and Cheese at Longhorn has way more calories than I realized!
Tonight I consumed 3540 calories, 1032 over goal. Yikes! That BBQ place gave me a ton of rib tips! And ice cream has how many calories!?!?!
Anyway, there's my accountability stuff for the weight loss. Tonight I want to get something off my chest and into the nether-regions of cyber space.
What is it with people who gossip? I don't get it. Brandy and I both in the last few weeks have had people try to gossip to us. We try very hard not to gossip.
Pretend with me for a second that I have two friends who are also friends with each other. We'll call them... Uncle Jesse and Bo. Pretend that Uncle Jesse comes up to me and says: "Hey, Josh. Bo was in a car wreck and we should pray for him."
I reply "Oh my gosh! Is he okay?"
Uncle Jesse says "He will be. Now let's pray." We pray for recovery and whatever Bo needs that we don't know about. No gossip.
Pretend the scenario changes a bit.
Uncle Jesse comes up to me and says: "Hey, Josh. Bo was in a car wreck and we should pray for him."
I reply "Oh my gosh! Is he okay?"
Uncle Jesse shakes his head with a sigh. "Well, we're hopin' but you know how he likes to nip at the distillery in the back 40." Gossip.
What makes Uncle Jesse think I'm so stupid that I don't realize if he's gossiping to me about Bo, that he gossips to Daisy about me?!?
So, I'll leave you with this. Are you the first Uncle Jesse, or the second? Would you rather be the first Uncle Jesse or the second? Me, I'll be the first.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
17 itchy places
The poison ivy saga continues. I actually took off work today and tomorrow because we have some clients with skin issues and I don't want to be responsible for a home of 6 or 8 people (not to mention staff) getting poison ivy.
On the positive, Brandy found a medication that seems to be drying it out pretty good. It's called Ivarest. It's expensive but it works. She got it on sale at Walgreens. It's usually $10.99, on sale for $5.99 with a $1 coupon: grand total = $4.99. She went back and got a couple more bottles because if it's summer in Missouri, chances are I'll get poison ivy again.
Anyway, today I weighed in and lost 0.4 pounds. Not the 2 or 3 I hoped for, but still a loss. I'm trying not to get discouraged. It's not a gain! My calories for today: I consumed 2404 for 104 under goal. So I was under, but barely! My wife was very encouraging today.
Speaking of my wife, I have 2 things to say about her. She has a blog too. She's a great writer though she's more about quality, whereas I'm about quantity. I want more posts but she wants higher quality posts. One read and you'll see her posts are far less numerous than mine, but of a far superior quality. Her blog is at thesingingloser.blogspot.com
The other thing is kind of about her. I had to stop blogging to go get eggs off the stove from being hard boiled because that's about the only way she'll eat eggs. That, and they are quick in the morning. I love eggs and eat at least 1 every morning.
But what I was really thinking about (and I think about this with a lot of food), was this: who looked at an egg plopping out of a chicken's underside and thought "Hey, that might taste good. I think I'll eat it." I mean, really? Who looked at coffee beans and said "Hmm... I bet if I grind those things up and pour really hot water over them the resulting brew will be a delicious beverage."
I'm not complaining mind you. I love coffee too. But some food boggles my mind as to how anyone would come to eat it the first time. Come on, you know what I'm talking about.
Well, now that I've made you laugh, think and probably cry, I'll sign off.
This post written while listening to:
Rooster Crow, Altar of Pain and The House is On Fire by Resurrection Band (first 3 tracks on their 1989 album, Innocent Blood. Rez Band rocks!)
People of God by Gungor
Doxology by David Crowder*Band
On the positive, Brandy found a medication that seems to be drying it out pretty good. It's called Ivarest. It's expensive but it works. She got it on sale at Walgreens. It's usually $10.99, on sale for $5.99 with a $1 coupon: grand total = $4.99. She went back and got a couple more bottles because if it's summer in Missouri, chances are I'll get poison ivy again.
Anyway, today I weighed in and lost 0.4 pounds. Not the 2 or 3 I hoped for, but still a loss. I'm trying not to get discouraged. It's not a gain! My calories for today: I consumed 2404 for 104 under goal. So I was under, but barely! My wife was very encouraging today.
Speaking of my wife, I have 2 things to say about her. She has a blog too. She's a great writer though she's more about quality, whereas I'm about quantity. I want more posts but she wants higher quality posts. One read and you'll see her posts are far less numerous than mine, but of a far superior quality. Her blog is at thesingingloser.blogspot.com
The other thing is kind of about her. I had to stop blogging to go get eggs off the stove from being hard boiled because that's about the only way she'll eat eggs. That, and they are quick in the morning. I love eggs and eat at least 1 every morning.
But what I was really thinking about (and I think about this with a lot of food), was this: who looked at an egg plopping out of a chicken's underside and thought "Hey, that might taste good. I think I'll eat it." I mean, really? Who looked at coffee beans and said "Hmm... I bet if I grind those things up and pour really hot water over them the resulting brew will be a delicious beverage."
I'm not complaining mind you. I love coffee too. But some food boggles my mind as to how anyone would come to eat it the first time. Come on, you know what I'm talking about.
Well, now that I've made you laugh, think and probably cry, I'll sign off.
This post written while listening to:
Rooster Crow, Altar of Pain and The House is On Fire by Resurrection Band (first 3 tracks on their 1989 album, Innocent Blood. Rez Band rocks!)
People of God by Gungor
Doxology by David Crowder*Band
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Poison ivy in 16 places.
So that may be an exaggeration, but it feels like 16 places. Poison ivy is about the most uncomfortable thing I can think of. Ugh.
So today I ate 2260 calories, 248 under. That includes waffle fries from Chic-Fil-A. I know, I know...
I also weighed in. After losing 6 pounds last week, I was excited to see what happened. Big mistake. I won't even post what it was, because it has to be wrong. I'll post tomorrow on my official weigh in day.
The last few days have been tough. I've been popping Benadryl for the poison ivy and it makes me feel crappy. I can't wait for the poison ivy to go away so I can feel better.
I feel like I'm in a funk. I go to a job I don't really like, I come home, I put Levi in the tub and to bed, I work out, I count calories, I blog, 3 people read it. I feel better eating healthy but it seems like now that I'm getting that particular area of my life in order (albeit slowly), the other things in my life that need work stand out to me that much more. I feel like I should be doing something else career-wise, but no doors seem to be opening right now. Maybe I'm mistaken.
Well, I'm tired and cranky and don't want to ruin any good days that people had with an overly depressing post. Night night.
Tonight's post was written while listening to:
Beautiful Things by Gungor
Shadows by David Crowder*Band feat. LeCrae
Broken Promises by Resurrection Band
So today I ate 2260 calories, 248 under. That includes waffle fries from Chic-Fil-A. I know, I know...
I also weighed in. After losing 6 pounds last week, I was excited to see what happened. Big mistake. I won't even post what it was, because it has to be wrong. I'll post tomorrow on my official weigh in day.
The last few days have been tough. I've been popping Benadryl for the poison ivy and it makes me feel crappy. I can't wait for the poison ivy to go away so I can feel better.
I feel like I'm in a funk. I go to a job I don't really like, I come home, I put Levi in the tub and to bed, I work out, I count calories, I blog, 3 people read it. I feel better eating healthy but it seems like now that I'm getting that particular area of my life in order (albeit slowly), the other things in my life that need work stand out to me that much more. I feel like I should be doing something else career-wise, but no doors seem to be opening right now. Maybe I'm mistaken.
Well, I'm tired and cranky and don't want to ruin any good days that people had with an overly depressing post. Night night.
Tonight's post was written while listening to:
Beautiful Things by Gungor
Shadows by David Crowder*Band feat. LeCrae
Broken Promises by Resurrection Band
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Post 15. sorry I've been away.
I haven't blogged since Thursday when I got home from Joplin. I feel like I have so much to say!
So, on Saturday I changed my calorie tracking tool from everydayhealth.com to loseit.com. EDH was just very cumbersome and hard to use. LoseIt! is really easy. Plus my wife uses it so we're on the same page (get it? WEBpage? No one is laughing... ). I like it because you can "friend" people on there and send messages, much like FaceBook. I had to change my calorie goal though, from 2500 to 2508. No biggie...
Friday 6-10-11 I consumed 2275 calories, under goal by 225.
Saturday 6-11-11 I consumed 2520 calories, over goal by 20.
Sunday 6-12-11 I consumed *ahem* 4146 calories, over goal by 1638.
Monday 6-13-11 I consumed 2519 calories, over goal 11.
Tuesday 6-14-11 I consumed 2531 calories, over goal 23.
So other than Sunday (when I ate CiCi's Pizza Buffet, aka "The Devil"), I didn't do too awful. Back on track tomorrow.
I'm finding that on the days I don't eat a snack between meals, I consume way more during the meals. I'm also finding that exercise isn't making me more tired; it's giving me more energy overall. Don't get me wrong. When I'm done at Bootcamp, I'm beat. Last Friday I felt like I had been run over by a tractor. But the next day I felt great.
It's funny to think that all those pieces of advice that I got that I thought were nonsense are proving to be true already in this journey. Oh that reminds me. The one thing I don't like about LoseIt.com is that it predicts when I'll reach my target weight. It said October 2012. However, that's if I lose 2 pounds a week. Last week I lost 6. I want to reach goal before the date they gave me.
Now, today all day I felt terrible. I think it's because I have poison ivy and have been poppin' Benadryl every 4 hours. It clears my poison ivy up quick, but it makes me sleepy and feel generally crappy.
Anyway, that's all for now. Bedtime for Bonzo. Wait, no bedtime for me.
This post written while listening to:
(Repeat/Return) or When the Seventh Angel Sounded His Trumpet, and There Were Loud Voices in Heaven, Which Said: 'The Kingdom of the World Has Become the Kingdom of Our Lord and of His Christ, and He Will Reign Foreverandever, Etc… by David Crowder*Band (longest song title I own. the track is 11 seconds of guitar feedback. Brilliant.)
We Win! by David Crowder*Band
Autumn in New York by Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald
Lay It Down by Jars of Clay (Feat. David Crowder of DC*B and Dawn Richardson of Fireflight)
Lovespeak by Resurrection Band
So, on Saturday I changed my calorie tracking tool from everydayhealth.com to loseit.com. EDH was just very cumbersome and hard to use. LoseIt! is really easy. Plus my wife uses it so we're on the same page (get it? WEBpage? No one is laughing... ). I like it because you can "friend" people on there and send messages, much like FaceBook. I had to change my calorie goal though, from 2500 to 2508. No biggie...
Friday 6-10-11 I consumed 2275 calories, under goal by 225.
Saturday 6-11-11 I consumed 2520 calories, over goal by 20.
Sunday 6-12-11 I consumed *ahem* 4146 calories, over goal by 1638.
Monday 6-13-11 I consumed 2519 calories, over goal 11.
Tuesday 6-14-11 I consumed 2531 calories, over goal 23.
So other than Sunday (when I ate CiCi's Pizza Buffet, aka "The Devil"), I didn't do too awful. Back on track tomorrow.
I'm finding that on the days I don't eat a snack between meals, I consume way more during the meals. I'm also finding that exercise isn't making me more tired; it's giving me more energy overall. Don't get me wrong. When I'm done at Bootcamp, I'm beat. Last Friday I felt like I had been run over by a tractor. But the next day I felt great.
It's funny to think that all those pieces of advice that I got that I thought were nonsense are proving to be true already in this journey. Oh that reminds me. The one thing I don't like about LoseIt.com is that it predicts when I'll reach my target weight. It said October 2012. However, that's if I lose 2 pounds a week. Last week I lost 6. I want to reach goal before the date they gave me.
Now, today all day I felt terrible. I think it's because I have poison ivy and have been poppin' Benadryl every 4 hours. It clears my poison ivy up quick, but it makes me sleepy and feel generally crappy.
Anyway, that's all for now. Bedtime for Bonzo. Wait, no bedtime for me.
This post written while listening to:
(Repeat/Return) or When the Seventh Angel Sounded His Trumpet, and There Were Loud Voices in Heaven, Which Said: 'The Kingdom of the World Has Become the Kingdom of Our Lord and of His Christ, and He Will Reign Foreverandever, Etc… by David Crowder*Band (longest song title I own. the track is 11 seconds of guitar feedback. Brilliant.)
We Win! by David Crowder*Band
Autumn in New York by Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald
Lay It Down by Jars of Clay (Feat. David Crowder of DC*B and Dawn Richardson of Fireflight)
Lovespeak by Resurrection Band
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Post 14 will be different.
So, just to get it over with:
Today I ate 2,958 calories, 458 over goal. I weighed in as well and lost 6 pounds.
However, after my day, this all seems so secondary.
Today, I went to Joplin with 27 other people. We left at about 7:15 am and once we got where we were supposed to be (Samaritan's Purse), it was 1:30 pm.
We were given a brief orientation and given the address of our working location. We met our SP team leader.
Then we packed back in our cars. We drove just a few miles through a "normal" street. You know the kind, car dealers, restaurants, stores, hair salons. Houses just off the main road. Very quaint.
Then, as we topped the hill on Ridge Line Road, going south, it hits me. Like a 2 by 4 in the forehead. As far as I can see to the left and right - destruction, chaos, trees with metal and clothes in them instead of leaves. Car's flipped over, the windows busted out. Then I fully realize what I'm seeing. Until now I never had a mental image for the word desolation.
We get to our first house. It's owned by an older lady but she's injured and her sister and son are there to give direction. He looks at us and says "If it isn't jewelry or a keepsake, it's probably garbage." We start hauling broken wood, twisted metal, broken glass to the curb.
Another volunteer and I head upstairs after an hour. We see wood, piled randomly. Books and shampoo bottles poking out here and there. No outer walls and no roof at all. I ask what we are looking at. He says "Three ustairs bedrooms and a bathroom." We start looking for items, anything we can salvage to keep. We find very little.
After a few hours at the first home, we head to the second. The longer we work, the more I realize we're calling "it" names: "rubble", "debris", "trash", "stuff". It dawns on me that "it" is none of those things. These items, this wood, that glass... that is this persons home. I stifle tears as I work.
I didn't use work gloves. I played it off like I didn't need them, but really I didn't want them. I didn't want anything to stop me from touching anything that this chaos had destroyed. I wanted my skin to touch the destruction, my sweat to move the heartache out of these people's broken homes. I wanted cuts on my hand (and I got a very small one) to prove that this event was more than a news story to talk about at work, that these were living, working, breathing human beings whose lives had been turned upside down in a matter of minutes.
Then, as suddenly as we began, we quit. We went to a car and signed a Bible for each family for Samaritan's Purse to present. Then, I was blessed beyond words.
These people, these poor broken people, who God loves more than I understand... had HOPE. They had JOY. I didn't understand. This should beat these people down, make them want to give up. That's what I would probably be tempted to do. But they didn't! God be praised, they plan to rise from the destruction, shake their fist at the enemy and come through this with a better home than before, with a better grasp on the really important things in life. As the man from the second house said "This isn't my property anyway, it's HIS!"
Tears streaming yet again, please understand that no matter what your relationship with God, to see this utter and complete chaos and have people smile and thank us for working on their things, literally looking for any scrap that they can take with them to their new home, proves (again) to me that God exists, that He loves us beyond measure and that He always has been and always will be in control.
Today I ate 2,958 calories, 458 over goal. I weighed in as well and lost 6 pounds.
However, after my day, this all seems so secondary.
Today, I went to Joplin with 27 other people. We left at about 7:15 am and once we got where we were supposed to be (Samaritan's Purse), it was 1:30 pm.
We were given a brief orientation and given the address of our working location. We met our SP team leader.
Then we packed back in our cars. We drove just a few miles through a "normal" street. You know the kind, car dealers, restaurants, stores, hair salons. Houses just off the main road. Very quaint.
Then, as we topped the hill on Ridge Line Road, going south, it hits me. Like a 2 by 4 in the forehead. As far as I can see to the left and right - destruction, chaos, trees with metal and clothes in them instead of leaves. Car's flipped over, the windows busted out. Then I fully realize what I'm seeing. Until now I never had a mental image for the word desolation.
We get to our first house. It's owned by an older lady but she's injured and her sister and son are there to give direction. He looks at us and says "If it isn't jewelry or a keepsake, it's probably garbage." We start hauling broken wood, twisted metal, broken glass to the curb.
Another volunteer and I head upstairs after an hour. We see wood, piled randomly. Books and shampoo bottles poking out here and there. No outer walls and no roof at all. I ask what we are looking at. He says "Three ustairs bedrooms and a bathroom." We start looking for items, anything we can salvage to keep. We find very little.
After a few hours at the first home, we head to the second. The longer we work, the more I realize we're calling "it" names: "rubble", "debris", "trash", "stuff". It dawns on me that "it" is none of those things. These items, this wood, that glass... that is this persons home. I stifle tears as I work.
I didn't use work gloves. I played it off like I didn't need them, but really I didn't want them. I didn't want anything to stop me from touching anything that this chaos had destroyed. I wanted my skin to touch the destruction, my sweat to move the heartache out of these people's broken homes. I wanted cuts on my hand (and I got a very small one) to prove that this event was more than a news story to talk about at work, that these were living, working, breathing human beings whose lives had been turned upside down in a matter of minutes.
Then, as suddenly as we began, we quit. We went to a car and signed a Bible for each family for Samaritan's Purse to present. Then, I was blessed beyond words.
These people, these poor broken people, who God loves more than I understand... had HOPE. They had JOY. I didn't understand. This should beat these people down, make them want to give up. That's what I would probably be tempted to do. But they didn't! God be praised, they plan to rise from the destruction, shake their fist at the enemy and come through this with a better home than before, with a better grasp on the really important things in life. As the man from the second house said "This isn't my property anyway, it's HIS!"
Tears streaming yet again, please understand that no matter what your relationship with God, to see this utter and complete chaos and have people smile and thank us for working on their things, literally looking for any scrap that they can take with them to their new home, proves (again) to me that God exists, that He loves us beyond measure and that He always has been and always will be in control.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Is 13 a lucky number or not? If yes, why is Friday the 13th bad?
I'm confused by my post title. Sorry, just looking for something with 13 in it.
Today I consumed 1,625 calories for a balance of 875. However, after I get off here, I'm probably going to have an apple, which is like 150 calories or so.
I've enjoyed the last few days of eating below calorie goal. It makes me realize I can do it consistently when I think about what I am shoving down my gullet. Also, remarkably, eating healthy food instead of fried or fatty stuff is very satisfying, both physically and mentally. Physically because I am starting to just... feel better. Mentally because I know I'm eating fruit, veggies and lean meats and not Doritos or McNuggets (what part of the chicken does that garbage come from anyway?)
Don't get me wrong. I will still enjoy the occasional "bad food". My favorite food in the whole world is BBQ for Pete's sake. I simply can't have brisket, pulled pork or ribs without some potato salad, cole slaw and bread of some variety (preferably not focaccia or a crescent roll).
But I can't indulge that mess all the time. I think I will end up enjoying BBQ (and other less healthy foods) more because they will only be every once in a while. They'll be a treat. I remember when I was a kid, my dad would go buy a couple random candy bars from the store about once a month. It was like a mini-Christmas because that was about the only time I could get my grubby mitts on a candy bar. Then, I started getting an allowance for chores and bought them whenever I wanted. Fast forward about 20 years and here we are. Miraculously I don't even care for candy bars that much anymore. But I certainly didn't pick up any good habits there either.
Tomorrow I'm going to Joplin. My heart is already heavy with what I think we will see there. Prayer is a strong tool; Ecclesiastes says a "three stranded cord will not break." Hopefully at least two of you readers are praying for me for some emotional support. I'm really concerned I will get there and just fall apart and that won't help anyone, least of all those who need it.
Thanks for reading.
This post written while listening to:
Shadows (Live) by David Crowder*Band feat. LeCrae
Twisted by Trip Lee feat. LeCrae, This'l and PRO
Make War by Tedashii feat. Flame
Clear the Air by PRO feat. LeCrae
You Are The Light by Gungor
(Minus the Gungor tune, tonight was rap heavy... it was fly :))
Today I consumed 1,625 calories for a balance of 875. However, after I get off here, I'm probably going to have an apple, which is like 150 calories or so.
I've enjoyed the last few days of eating below calorie goal. It makes me realize I can do it consistently when I think about what I am shoving down my gullet. Also, remarkably, eating healthy food instead of fried or fatty stuff is very satisfying, both physically and mentally. Physically because I am starting to just... feel better. Mentally because I know I'm eating fruit, veggies and lean meats and not Doritos or McNuggets (what part of the chicken does that garbage come from anyway?)
Don't get me wrong. I will still enjoy the occasional "bad food". My favorite food in the whole world is BBQ for Pete's sake. I simply can't have brisket, pulled pork or ribs without some potato salad, cole slaw and bread of some variety (preferably not focaccia or a crescent roll).
But I can't indulge that mess all the time. I think I will end up enjoying BBQ (and other less healthy foods) more because they will only be every once in a while. They'll be a treat. I remember when I was a kid, my dad would go buy a couple random candy bars from the store about once a month. It was like a mini-Christmas because that was about the only time I could get my grubby mitts on a candy bar. Then, I started getting an allowance for chores and bought them whenever I wanted. Fast forward about 20 years and here we are. Miraculously I don't even care for candy bars that much anymore. But I certainly didn't pick up any good habits there either.
Tomorrow I'm going to Joplin. My heart is already heavy with what I think we will see there. Prayer is a strong tool; Ecclesiastes says a "three stranded cord will not break." Hopefully at least two of you readers are praying for me for some emotional support. I'm really concerned I will get there and just fall apart and that won't help anyone, least of all those who need it.
Thanks for reading.
This post written while listening to:
Shadows (Live) by David Crowder*Band feat. LeCrae
Twisted by Trip Lee feat. LeCrae, This'l and PRO
Make War by Tedashii feat. Flame
Clear the Air by PRO feat. LeCrae
You Are The Light by Gungor
(Minus the Gungor tune, tonight was rap heavy... it was fly :))
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