As I walk through the valley...

The more I trudge down the path set forth by Gym Jones, though I wander like a drunken 3-year-old on uneven ground, the more I realize I'm pretty freakin' far from OK where fitness is concerned. I remind myself of a noncompliant diabetic teenager, one who is barely recognizing how bad he has hurt himself consistently throughout the years by his poor choices, even choices he thought were good ones. May the Lord keep me ever awakening as physical salvation is opened to my mind primarily.