Week of Perpetual Indulgence

For the past few weeks I’ve been on a half-marathon training program. A few days a week I would get up in the morning and run, some days 2 miles, most days more like 5 or 6, slowly working my way up to 13. However, for some reason over the past three weeks it became difficult to follow my training plan, culminating last week in major difficulty getting out to run, little energy while running, and even more difficulty resisting my desire to stuff my face with all things soaked in sugar and saturated fat. Of course the logical response to this weakening of the will is to just fight harder. But, who needs logic? So, I decided that I’d give in. For one week I’ve let myself indulge until I could indulge no more. I can’t say that there was much this week that I wanted that I didn’t allow myself to have, and that extends beyond the realm of food. If I thought about it, and it was within my control to attain, I did it, ate it, indulged in it. I did it all, and in excess.

So, what’s the end result of a week of perpetual indulgence? A sick stomach. Trouble sleeping. A guilty conscious. Zero energy. And a much greater appreciation for the spiritual practice of self-control. fun….

Starting Sunday I’m back on the wagon, with a 20+ mile running week, Jiu Jitsu classes on Monday and Wednesday, and a goal to limit my sugar intake drastically. Was this a good week? In some ways. It’s always refreshing to be reminded that I don’t always know what’s best for me or what the hell I’m doing, while gaining a newfound appreciation for the fact that God does. What a relief.

Sunday can’t come fast enough....



And if you get lost I'll always find you
You're all that I need your heart will keep you true
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