Let me start by saying that I have the gift of procrastination. Seriously. I hit the snooze button on the alarm at least three times every morning (even more if Steve hasn’t caught on!). I arrive everywhere in just the nick of time. I study for tests the night before. I prepare sermons on Friday night. I go to the dentist after the tooth has rotted out of my head. *For the sake of clarification, the tooth just hurts at the moment.*
The point is… (see? I even procrastinate on making my point!) I. put. off . everything.
The put-off biggies in my world right now are quiet times and exercise. I’ve already figured out that I COULD do both at the same time (read and pray while walking on the treadmill), but I haven’t done one, let alone both.
Part of my reason for resigning from the pastorate and not seeking another church was so I could spend some time on my face before God and in scripture to figure out what He wants from me and for me. I felt like I was always running to God to get something, anything, for another sermon. I was always studying… but never just to spend time with God. It was always about another weekly performance test and passing that test. Preaching had become more about doing than being.
So my big ‘ol plan was to fall in love with scripture all over again as I did manuscript studies and read all the cool books by all the cool authors who knew all the cool things that I had no clue about. I planned to have all the time in the world to just sit and be.
Apparently, cool is not the only thing I am clueless about.
What I am doing is filling my time stuffing my face while I sit on my ever- expanding Brazil. I’ve gained 15 of the 55 pounds it took me three years to lose. How I could let myself slip back into these patterns is just insane and just plain pisses me off.
Not only do I know what to do, but I know that my entire family is one ginormous diabetic heart attack. Bio-Dad had congestive heart failure and diabetes. Mom died with congestive heart failure, diabetes and renal failure. Grandma had strokes. My uncle and paternal grandparents all had diabetes and heart problems. My sister has congestive heart failure, diabetes and renal failure.
The common denominator here is that Marie and I are the only ones still living.
I complained that it was too cold to walk outside (we do live in the frozen tundra) and that it was too expensive to keep up my membership at the gym. So God plants us in a gorgeous new apartment in a gorgeous complex with a FREE mini-gym. Outside my door. Fifty yards away. Guess how many times I’ve been in there in three months?
Because whiners drive me crazy, I just need to get up and get going.
Right after I hit the snooze again.