Silence Falls but the Ninja is Strong

I just felt like having a ridiculous heading post. Although speaking of ninjas, my wife has the immune system of a ninja.

So the sore throat that I mentioned last week... it properly got worse. Friday morning my voice had disappeared and my throat felt like sandpaper. It was not good. I thought I'd be sensible. Rest up and be back up and running in no time! Oh no no no. I managed to make it to the wedding on Saturday, which in hindsight might not have been the most sensible idea I've ever come up with. I was left absolutely shattered. My beautiful wife wife ended up going to the reception without me as I curled up on the sofa and coughed up lumps of flem! Tasty, not! By Sunday evening the sandpaper throat had just about disappeared, the aching limbs subsided, the power of prayer and cake no doubt. Leaving behind just a common cold.

So now I am just sniffing, sneezing and occasionally grumpy, no wait that was a dwarf, I'm occasionally coughing. We are on the mend. Thank the good Lord. My wife, unaffected. like I said, ninja!

So during this time of resting I have mainly been watching House, season 6 which I got for Christmas. And there was this great line which in context was facetious but to me was an encouragement and challenge. "Behind all the God stuff... more God stuff". It got me thinking, I want to be like that. I want more of "Christ in me, the hope of glory" which reveals more God stuff and reveals more of who I actually am. Brain not quite working enough to go flesh that out any more.

Needless to say my wife has been amazing these last few days, putting up with a weak, coughing, sneezing, sniffly, boring husband. I love you wifey.

Finding Excuses To Fail

Maybe I'm being a bit harsh on myself, but then again maybe not.

Last week I didn't make it out for a run. Two fail marks. Now in my defence my foot hurt, but was that an excuse?

I attempted to make up for it with some press ups and sit ups and other assorted exercises but still it isn't really two runs...

I also had a mahoosive fry up. Oops!

Anyways it got me wondering if I find excuses just to fail. Not deliberately of course, but maybe subconsciously. Or perhaps I am overthinking all of this. I guess we shall see if I go for a run tomorrow.

Right now it's Tescos and vegetables to cook my amazing life saving wife some dinner.

Not Sure If It's Going Or Not

Fell asleep last night with my throat deciding to complain. As a 'singer' albeit it a very lazy and unprofessional one I tend to notice these things early. I'm not sure if it's going or not but I really hope not.

Times like this I am reminded of my parents and the wonderful legacy of their tutoring. One of their favourite things to do is remind us of God's promises. And specifically in this case ones on healing.

Was discussing some of those verses the other night with my delightful and astounding wife.

So as I lay in bed right now, with le wife out, I'm recalling some of them to mind. I love the one that says and they brought the sick to him and he healed them all(Matt 21v14). Jesus was awesome. And for those of us who believe, He still is.

Bad Day at the (Metaphorical) Office

Days one through three of le diet were a resounding success. I say success in that not a hint of chocolate or other illicit substances,  mind you I've no idea if any weight has been lost yet.

Day four though was another matter, a bad day at the office; the metaphorical one that is, work was actually okay. I got home and was doing the washing up while the big bang theory blared in the background and suddenly I felt faint. Hunger pangs engulfed me. My head feared the worst.

So I left the dirty dishwater and sat down upon our lovely red sofa and ate six Thorntons chocolate.

Now the good news is that after the chocolate I no longer felt quite so faint, was fortified to finish the washing up and cook my lovely wife some dinner. The bad news is that it was a minor setback on le diet plan AND has reminded me just how good chocolate tastes. I'm almost salivating thinking about it now.

Oh well, we fall down, we get up again. We fail, we start over.

I endeavoured to make up for it this morning - a banana and an orange for breakfast. And if my foot is up to it I will attempt the first jog of 2012.

Patience is (usually) Rewarded

I say usually because I really am hoping being patient right now is gonna pay off! I have a massive hankering for chocolate/any sort of snack. I'm hoping that if I patiently chew gum and drink tea this desire will be beaten and I will hold out for dinner.

Yesterday, playing footie for the first time in many weeks I was handily given a lesson in patience. As I carried round my 'extra timber' and spent the opening exchanges of our 7 aside game in defence/goal I wondered if it was going to be a frustrating and annoying evening. However, I remained patient and didn't get too annoyed and ended up scoring a hattrick and setting up a fair few for others. Turned out to be a good return to footie. *note to self - be patient and don't give up!

I ache a bit today but not as badly as I had envisioned either, which is good!

This morning I got a text from a dear dear friend and I thought I'd share it cos it made me smile!

  'Seeing as I've now got a commute to use, I figure I'll reverse the polarity and send you an early morning text. Unfortunately, the bible verses I read this morning were about millstones and the end of the world. So, in lieu of that, a line from a children's song: God loves you and I love you and that's the way it should be. AMEN! Have a cracking Wednesday.'

Thierry

To many it isn't important. And to those who it is important it is advisable to maintain perspective. But Thierry Henry scoring the winning goal for Arsenal in the FA Cup 3rd round was a beautiful moment and reminded me of the joy of life.

I am so very blessed. A wife who I do not have enough superlatives for. Friends and family who love me just the way I am. A roof over my head and clothes on my back. Some rock n roll in my ear. And Mr Va Va Voom returning for The Arsenal.

Tonight as stage two of the diet kicks in and I do some physical exercise - Tuesday Night Football - I shall be ala Sir Thierry Henry!

Now to work on that beard...

Only joking my love!

The Biggest Loser

So... diet... hmm... oh dear...

But it's not all bad news.

Having seen my weight balloon like a *insert own simile* and with the announcement at work that The Glee Club (don't ask) were doing a version of that bastion of enlightened television The Biggest Loser my diet is kicking in again.

The 10 quid entry charge with the potential of winning all the entry fees for the biggest weight loss combined with the attached picture showing I'm now hitting the scales at 14 stone is some pretty good motivation.

So no snacks, no chocolate, no donuts, and normal sized portions. Did I mention no chocolate, oh ok. And exercise. Football on tuesdays. Runs on thursdays and the weekend. Plus if possible Wii fit and Just Dance/Zumba on the Wii.

I feel skinny already.

And fit and ripped and raaaaa!

No actually I feel hungry. Where's the snacks?!

Wife's Away, Band Will Play

Today, my beautiful wife gets her Christmas present from her mum. The present (which I am endeavouring not to be completely jealous of) is a shopping trip at Westfields.

Right now I'm 'drowning' my sorrows in yule logs! Only joking, I'm really pleased for her. Will be a lovely daughter mother day with retail therapy! I am eating the yule logs though!

So today while the wife is away the band will play. This afternoon for the first time in too long the band is getting together and playing. I am tres excited. Going to try out a new guitar pedal as well!

Rock on!