I'm Being Tested, But That Makes Life Interesting, Doesn't It?

I am clearly being "tested" by the big guy upstairs.

After working out really hard for the last three days and saying "NO" to every ounce of bad food and "yes" to salad, fruit, vegetables and water... I climbed on the scale this morning only to discover that I'd... gained... weight!

Only half a pound, mind you, but a gain nonetheless.

So, I'm being tested.

The test, of course, is to see if I have what it takes to persist. To stay the course in the face of dissappointment and discouragement. To keep on keepin' on.

And I have come to believe that it is THIS... the willingness to persist "for as long as it takes" (and perhaps this alone)... that makes ALL the difference in life.

So I'm going to stop writing about it (for the moment) and DO something about it.

I'm putting on my running shoes and heading with Andrea to the gym. Right now.

And, hey, Big Guy - if you're listening?

Go ahead. Test away.