Late yesterday I met a man who is close to my age. He has one leg, and sores and all kinds of problems because he is diabetic. His wife says it is not under control, meaning he probably still eats wrong.
I want my legs.
I had a fail yesterday and that really means NOTHING for today. New day, same commitment, same strength from the same Father.
I did walk last night, which made it not an UTTER fail, I suppose. My fitness partner will be gone for 11 days and I promised her I would keep up my daily walk/elliptical/bike ride on my son's bike.
Here I go!
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