Victory On The Coat Rack. I Mean Treadmill

Two weeks ago I paid a visit to the Dr. to take care of some respiratory issues; namely asthma which had returned with a vengeance after taking a winter break. I spent the rest of that week trying to catch up on the rest I had lost during the more severe times which were mostly at night. By the beginning of the next week I was feeling better but decided to try to help my cause by changing my diet and exercising. This was also influenced by the Fat Smash Diet, which Attorney Mom invited fellow facebookers and bloggers to participate on.

Well Monday night I felt pretty good and even spent some time on that thing in the playroom that collects dust and holds clothes. I had my mp3 player tuned to the music of my high school days, so I had Luther saying "Never Too Much", Patty saying "If Only You Knew", and of course Frankie saying "Before I let Go". But Tuesday something was wrong with me. I was more tired than I thought I should have been and my mood had changed to depressed and grumpy. These moods in the past have usually preceded an asthma flair-up. But I can be stubborn and I was determined to get on that thing again.

Like the previous evening I set my player to the R&B genre, but after 5 minutes things just weren't working out, but I was still stubborn and refused to get off. I made once change however and that was switching to the Christian Genre. Slowly but surely I got stronger and stronger. Starting with Israel and New Breed singing, "No limits. No boundaries. I see increase all around me." Then they sang "Take the Limits Off", and that's how I was feeling about asthma, Lord take that limit off of me. And he did. Then I was reminded by Fred Hammond and RFC that "No Weapon Formed Against Me Shall Prosper."

After 30 minutes I cooled off to a song that said, "What an honor and a privilege to be in the presence of a King", and indeed that's where I was. The playroom had become my personal sanctuary and the treadmill was changed to an altar. I felt like the Praise and Worship allowed me to have an out of body experience, which did more for my inner being than the treadmill did for my body. I'm glad to say that by the end of the week I was easily going 30 minutes on the treadmill, played a little basketball in 90 degree weather, and I've shed a few pounds.

I hope to be a little more active blogging and facebooking in the next few days 'cause I miss y'all, but If you don't hear from me keep me in prayer as I keep things in perspective.

SLC

PS. Free Spirit this is my freckle picture mentioned in an earlier post.