I Cried Yesterday

People are always asking me when was the last time I cried; (they think I'm a wildebeest or something) which is a pretty weird question to ask someone, I might add. Well I can tell you....it was yesterday.

I've had this very dumb idea to not drink Coke and to start working out. This has been a huge lifestyle change compared to drinking 12 Cokes a day and sitting around telling jokes on my couch. I don't know what happened but when I was doing a shoulder exercise yesterday a little tear rolled down my left cheek.

I believe the tear was a result of my body realizing I might actually be serious this time and mourning the loss of Papa John's, Waffle House, Dr Pepper, and sweet tea (that was an average lunch). It also could have been my body rebelling against the gym....instead of sleeping or watching a delightful episode of Seinfeld I am now hanging out in a sweaty warehouse with a bunch of weirdos who grunt and flex in front of the mirror. OR it probably was the immense pain I was in since I was actually using my muscles for the first time in a few months/years. I think the tear was a combination of the three.

Either way, I cried yesterday. And I cried again today as I tried to put a shirt on b/c my arms are too tight and sore to reach into the sleeve. Should my whole body cramp up when I sneeze? I think at some point I will feel good and enjoy working out and drinking water but that time is not now. Right now I am mostly sore and a little sad. Goodbye old friend.

Ode to Christy by Josh Ridings

Christmas is just around the corner. I'm buying gifts for the usual suspects....Freida, the Ronster, Kevin, Heather, and my niece and nephew. But this year I want to take a little time on my blog to honor someone who I often forget helped me become the man I am today.....my sister's best friend, Christy Parker Trevett.

She knew me and accepted me even when no one else did. Even when all I did was cause her mom tons of distress because I was the world's worst chorus member. Even when the only two words I knew were, "Riiiiiight, Scott." Even when I was known only as "that guy with a lot of hair who gets really fat then really skinny over and over again." Even when I thought it was hilarious to make fun of really tiny campers in Ocean Lakes by yelling at them in the middle of the night. Even when I would lead worship in FCA and stop in the middle of a song to laugh out loud.

After all that, she encouraged and accepted me and even asked me to sing in her wedding. By the way, she married an awesome dude, Nathan.

So, here's to you, Christy Parker Trevett. Thank you for being my sister's BFF so that I could have the privilege of knowing you. You're the bomb-diggity. Merry Christmas!

(Note: Try to guess who REALLY wrote this)