Muscle Weighs More Than Fat...Bah Humbug

Well, my friends, the seasons are turning again and it's time to inventory all the disciplines of our lives. You know, asking the tough questions:

Am I loving well? Am I taking care of God's temple, my body? Am I feeding my mind with knowledge? Am I drinking deeply of the Word of God daily and renewing my mind? Am I refreshing others?

So as I take a quick glance to the season past, I can see some changes I have made for the better. One of those is adding exercise back into my routine after a tumultuous move from Memphis. That always seems to be the last part of getting my life in tact after relocation.

This was gonna be my year. That weight number I so desired was floating around in my head.

I began by running 2 miles twice a week. It felt great!

After four months and not a single pound lost I decided to add some strength training. So four days a week in the gym became a part of my routine.

After one year of this routine I want to proudly announce that I have not lost one single pound. My friends try to provide the old "muscles weighs more than fat" adage, but it provides not a single ounce of comfort. It makes me want to consume chocolate and quit working out so maybe some of my heavy muscle tone will be replaced by fat.

It wasn't bad enough when my son was three weeks old and a man in the grocery aisle asked, "When is little Junior due?"...to which I replied - "Little Junior is three weeks old." But yesterday at the gym, my trainer asked me how old my baby was.

"He's six."

So, yeah, I've gone down some jean sizes. But it's not enough. I want that number on the scale. I want it all.

I do hereby declare that no carbohydrate shall ever touch my lip again. I'm done with carbs, this life-long love affair. It is over. We'll try this approach and see what happens a year from now. I'll let you know.