I am disappointed in how I handled the weekend. (Another birthday party!)

One of the messages last night, given by one of our young people, was "Running the Race." It was, of course, talking about enslaving the flesh and keeping our eye on the mark. The athletes (back in Paul's day) trained for ten months, giving their bodies only what would help them win the race. It really spoke to me (showing me how undisciplined I am). My flesh is far from being enslaved!

I hope I take what God gave me yesterday and run the race (He has given me) to His glory.

I'm ending another work-week. It sometimes scares me how fast my life is going by.

I don't want my lasting memory to be one of always trying to lose weight. I want to get past myself and onto others. Yesterday I ate a cream puff; when am I going to get serious? It's no wonder I've spent most of my adult life dieting.

God warns us about being "lukewarm;" that condition is ineffective. Wake up!

"This is the day the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad in it!"

That is my heart's song this morning. He is ever faithful; He is ever my Rock. As I begin this hectic day, it's a comfort to know He is in the center of it.

"Oh, give thanks unto the Lord for He is good!"

I slept like a baby last night--thank you, Lord!

I am still working on the amount of food I eat. For some reason, I get the "munchies" at night. Even though I dine on "healthy" snacks, it is still unnecessary eating. If I don't keep any in the house, though, it seems to get worse; and I grab a bag of chocolate chips!

So, the proverbial hurdle is always looming. I'm thankful for the desire to keep trying (that God has put in my heart); He is the great Encourager.

I've had little sleep since 3 a.m. but don't feel too bad inspite of the short night. (I think it's usually the second day before it takes it toll!)

I'm having real problems with my left hand falling asleep; and when it happens in the night, it throbs so much it wakes me up. This time I couldn't get it to "wake up." I was so worried I wouldn't be able to go to work, since I need two hands to (safely!) do my job.

Praise God, the thought of pulling down on my arm (the way a chiropractor did years ago for carpal tunnel) came to me; and soon I had feeling again. Prayer is a wonderful thing!

I am glad to have the weekend behind me--too much food to deal with!

I have breakfast and lunch covered for the week, which I take to work on Monday so I don't have to spend time preparing meals each morning. I usually eat two hard-boiled eggs mid morning, then a shredded cabbage salad with protein mixed in it for lunch. Of course, the hurdle is supper. (There has to be a hurdle!)

I am energized having a definite plan; it keeps me from sliding back into that ever-lurking unhealthy "grab and go" eating style. Leaning on God buffers me from the chaos of this fast-moving system called "life."

Friday is here; it's fun to look back at a good week (for a change)!

We have Good Friday service tonight at church. It's a solemn service, one of reflection. It's important to remember the suffering Jesus Christ willingly endured for us to "do the will of the Father Who sent Him," to die on the cross, shedding His precious blood to pay the penalty for our sins.

Sunday is all together different, as we rejoice, "We serve a risen Savior!" Have a blessed Resurrection Day!