Okay I'm back. I kicked myself for about 20 minutes yesterday. I'm really hard on people. I'm harder on myself. I judge myself based on my physical appearance, I judge others based on their character. I've been quite affected by people who exhibit poor character, both positively and negatively. It might be a justification, I'm not sure. That's a topic for Feral Christianity.
Subject change! Today I'm contemplating my choice to lose weight. Just the attempt to cut out junk food has me cranky and irritable. Food is such a big part of my comfort process. I'm upset, I eat. I'm happy, I eat. I'm sad, I eat. I suppose it wouldn't be an issue if I ate carrots, apples, celery, broccoli or grapes, but I go for the Fritos, cookies, chocolate, and ice cream. Not to mention it's difficult to get in the mood to exercise when it's like stepping into a mouth when stepping outside. I'm not a hot weather person and this heat has me feeling lazier than an otter at the aquarium in Monterrey.
AND why does it seem that my physical struggles always seem to mirror my spiritual struggles? I'm sure I'm the only one with problem. I've got so much to rummage through it's overwhelming. I'm signing off again to ponder these issues I keep exposing.
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