Dropping a tool can be a big deal if the tool is critical in one’s building project and especially if there is considerable effort required to pick it up again. This thought occurred to me while I was recently on the roof of my house, overlooking the edge, taking down Christmas lights. Overeater’s Anonymous lists nine “Tools of Recovery” and I have fumbled the one called “Writing.” I cannot commit to writing daily as was necessary in the beginning, but I owe it to myself to check in here occasionally, just to keep myself accountable and I hope to do it with more regularity than I have recently. I can only live today and here is today’s post.

I am abstinent today by the grace of God, and I am working to maintain my healthy body weight and living the Twelve Steps to the best of my ability. I abstain from eating between four planned meals per day; from candies, cakes, cookies, and nachos; and from the “forget it – I’m eating” response. I generally plan my meals a safe distance from sweet or sugar-containing foods so that I do not fall into the death traps I just described. I am taking action to redefine myself, not just physically, but spiritually, mentally, and even professionally.

Most noteworthy today is a whopping development in my exercise program. I have been going to the gym three days a week since I began my journey, stepping through the doors of a post-operative rehabilitation gym when my knee ligament was severed under my excess weight, then 320 pounds. While I make it a practice to give it all I’ve got while I am in the gym, I must admit I have remained mostly sedentary once I leave that place. Since then, willingness has developed, erasing old “never” statements I have made about running. What I once swore I would never do I now do regularly, jogging three times a week: two shorter runs of 3 to 4 miles, and one longer run of 8 to 10 miles. Last week, I ran my first half marathon (13.1 miles) and finished in 2 hours 18 minutes, a respectable time even among experienced runners my age. The reason I bring it up today is that I have just now registered for three more organized runs (aka “races”), one a month for the first quarter of 2015. The grand finale of these three is one for which 20,000 runners turn out and the 15K (9.32 mile) course traverses two large bridges, the elevation of which makes finishing difficult. Having only just pulled myself out of the sofa cushions in March of 2014, and with my experience witnessing God’s constructive power in my life, I know that no uphill climb is too big an obstacle for God’s strength when applied to my weakness. When I am weak, He makes me strong!

Dear Father, today, help me live in Your strength. May the breath of life You have given me inspire another to breathe You in deeply and experience the abundant life for which You came to Earth in the form of Jesus Christ.

“I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.” (John 10:10b, KJV)