At My Best...

Although I love celebrating my birthday, for the last few years I find myself getting depressed as the day approaches. I'm turning 28 this September and I'm not married, engaged nor do I have any real prospects. My last serious long-term relationship ended in 2003. It lasted one and a half years and when we broke up I went through a mile depression for a year, I even starting smoking again for a while. Since then it's been one disappointing relationship after the other...

For the most part I am a happy person, I have a strong prayer life and I find that talking to the Lord helps me hold on and keep my head up. I know I am blessed. Each season of my life exists for a reason. The only regret comes when I don't learn the lesson God is trying to teach me. Life is actually pretty good.

I played basketball for about 2 hours last night and it felt really good. I started getting down about some recent events, and ended up the kitchen looking for something to munch away my blues. Fortunately, that little voice whispered softly, "There's a better way..." So I grabbed my son's basketball and headed down to the park. I played hard, got all sweaty and stinky. My body is a little stiff and sore today, but it's a good pain, you know?

I know I said I wasn't going to weigh myself everyday or obsess over every pound, but I was curious, so I weighed myself this morning. I still don't have a scale in my apartment, but we have at the office. I am pleased to report that all my hard work is in fact paying off. That's make me want to do even more. :}

So, if this dry streak keeps up for a while, the next man to realize what a prize I am and snatch me up is going to be getting me in peak condition. Sweet!

That is all.