Muddling through...

12 January:         19 January:       26 January:

height:     5'10"         5'10"                      5'10"  

weight:    231.5#      228# (-3.5#)      227.50# (-.50#)

body fat: 31.5%       32%   +.5%           30.50% (-1.50%)

water:      51%          51%                         54%

waist:      46.5"        46.5"                       46.25" (-.25")

chest:      47.5"        47"     (.50")          46.50"(-.50)

biceps:    14.5"        14"     (.50 ")         14.25" +.50

neck:       17"            17"                            16.50" (-.50)

Not much of anything pithy or erudite to say; down a half pound, down a couple half-inches in circumference. Kinda...flat-lining, I guess. But...I didn't BINGE when I had an unfortunate turn of events, at work. I didn't snap at my Princess, and I didn't pick up any of the OLD, old habits. I picked up the phone, told on myself, and got it DONE WITH. 

Blessings: 

1. I have one more piece of baseboard to paint and install in the new dining room, and then the finishing touches: pictures, documents, plants. Just the undersides of the kitchen cabinets and gourmet rack to paint, the new lighting to hang, the white brickwork to finish painting, and again, the finishing touches. Then, it's the upstairs hallway, and bathroom.  I am ENABLED, by God.
   
2. I have some new, SWEET pics of my son, and grandchildren, this week. Rita, where are YOUR pics, holding the kids? 
3. I have the talents of my heart and hands, that I can make kids smile; I can prepare food for my family and others; I can write!
4. I have my wife, sons, daughters, mothers and extended family that I love, and that love me. 
5. I'm getting stuff ACCOMPLISHED as our store's Inclusion Coordinator.
   
6. I'm still on the GREEN side of the grass. I'm still clean and sober.

By the way, I've been not only meat-free, but fish-free, as well. For about five days, now, heartbeat-free sustenance. Even took Dawnie on a date, Saturday, and was strictly vegetarian. Okay, not STRICTLY; I bit her on the neck...but just a little...

Heavenly Father, thank you for reminding me that a rut is just a coffin, with the ends kicked out. I have choices, and tonight, I choose gratitude. Tomorrow, I will choose a cheerful countenance, a professional mien, a manner of being which, if I were to meet myself as a stranger, I would enjoy being with me.