The Pudgy Parson has left the building! And hasn't been sighted for some six weeks...it's like she's vamooshed, and definitely not because she has shrunk so much as to be a mere sliver of her old self.
The Pudgy Parson is about healthy living, about making good choices, about making time for what is important. And that person hasn't been anywhere to be seen lately. Oh, there's been something living in her body, but it's a grouchy, tired, road-worn, bad choice making, non-exercising person. Clearly, the heart and soul of the Pudgy Parson has been displaced.
But she's coming back. Because today I stepped on the scale, and just how badly I've been behaving. After a week at the beach, which was preceeded by six weeks of more or less living out of a suitcase (i.e. not exercising and grabbing fast food), the scale read a number that I couldn't believe. I really thought the ten pound cat had snuck up on the scale with me (as she does sometimes). I thought the scale was lying. There is no way that huge number was accurate.
Except that it probably was. I've not only gained what I'd worked so hard to lose, but a few pounds besides.
Today starts the second half of a year. It's like New Years, 2.0. And my life is settling down a little. And there are new things on my horizon. And I'm tired of feeling so... blah. I can do better than this, and I want better for me than what I'm doing. I preached from 2 Corinthians 2 this morning and The Message translation phrases Paul's words this way: Don't let your good intentions grow stale.
Um, hello! Pudgy Parson... are you out there? I'm ready for a do-over!