I hate being right

I wasn't lying about the one step forward, two steps back.
I got on the scale this morning and I weigh 272 pounds.
I suck.
I have a lot of work to do before my dad gets here at the end of August.
I didn't ride as far this morning. Just to the Blue Angel and back. It will be a while before my behind stops hurting and I can make it to church and back. And factoring in the heat and humidity, it is really hard to make myself do it. I have already drank my water for the day. My head is pounding, and my blood sugar dipped for a little while. But I ate a snack and now I don't feel like hurling, so it's all good.
I don't really remember much about my quiet time this morning. I started reading I Chronicles, which reads like a Hebrew phone book. But God says His word doesn't return to Him void, so I figure as long as I'm there, He's happy. He'll speak eventually.
Check in tomorrow.