Absolute.

 Normally, I get an inspiring idea to write a blog post and two to three weeks later, I finally sit down to write it. Today, I am actually writing my blog post in advance of a major milestone. I am slowly but steadily approaching a number that is of great significance to me 155 pounds.  Those of you that followed my weight loss journey from a few years ago are probably taken aback and thinking “man, she really let herself go again.” This would be a well-grounded assumption based on the fact that 155 is still 20 pounds more than my smallest weight while living in Minnesota.  But the few people who actually do life with me down here in Texas can tell you, “let” is not an accurate word.   I have fought hard trying to manage my weight.   I was working out at least four days a week, eating right and STILL gaining weight.   I was (and to an extent still am) fighting disbelief when I would see pictures of myself and wondering why I looked so fat when I knew how hard I was working to be heal

 So, the word of the year thing is very trendy and I think I have only jumped on this band wagon once or twice in the past.  I’m not very good at it. Made obvious by the fact that I don’t remember any past words of the year with confidence and that I’m not even solidifying my word of the year until February…nuance.   Anyways, I have received and committed to my word of the year- “DISCIPLINE”.   Some of you that know me well might be a little confused by this (as was I).  I am already a pretty disciplined person. Significantly more disciplined than most, and very comfortable with that.  I have not drank a drop of alcohol in 4 years and haven’t consumed any sweets for about 3 and a half years.  I eat well.  I work out multiple times a week. We have 1 TV in the house, and I barely watch it.  I rarely lose track of time swiping on social media.  Discipline permeates pretty much every area of my life. So when God hit me with this discipline suggestion, I was a little confused.   As I