On Christmas Day I was making my plan of attack on this problem of obesity that I struggle with. I renewed my Planet Fitness membership, and my last infection was clearing up. Finding excitement in my new enthusiasm in getting back in the gym the day was going well. All the family members were playing with their new found treasures, the smells of Christmas dinned were wafting through the air.
Around 1:30 pm the phone rang and it was my brother in law and after exchanging Christmas pleasantries he told me that he wasn’t calling with good news. My heart sank because I already knew why he was calling. Dad has been going downhill for awhile and the last time dad and I talked to him he sounded rough. Mark(brother in law) told me that Dad had passed away at 11:38 am it was the news that no one ever wants to get. I couldn’t talk anymore crying uncontrollably i dropped the phone on the table so Diana could finish the conversation with my brother in law.
I sank into a deep depression for the days that followed and ate everything in site. It was bad I can not think of a time for the next week that there was not some type of food in my hand. There was no comfort to be found in my friends or family words of strength, my faith seemed but a dim light in the overcast shadow of my fathers death. During that week I gained 11 pounds, learning the hard way that the food I was seeking comfort in was nothing but a path closer to the death sentence I was trying to run away from.
We laid my father to rest on 12/31/2013, which is the same day 21 years ago that my mother passed away. If it wasn’t hard enough to bury my father but to lay him to rest on the same day that my mother died just drove me closer to food.
Driving home I made the CHOICE to get back on the path of what God has called me to do a journey of faith, encouragement and showing other the strengthen that Christ has given me, that he may be honored and glorified in all I do.
What No Instructions? 