A Picture

I will admit, the last two weeks when I wasn't doing a very good job on my eating, I suddenly, in my head, was 297 pounds, waddling around, back to fat Shane. I felt puffy and bloated and not at all cool, fast and in shape. Even though my runs have been phenomenal, except for Monday when it felt like I was running in mud, I just had this self image of well that didn't take long to put back on. I went fishing Saturday in Texas and I caught the only fish of the day. I had my buddy Brad snap a picture of it just so I could razz Kathy with a text. I put that picture on my phone as the display picture right after taking it. But really I had not paid much attention to it for the most part. At some point yesterday I checked my phone to see what time it was and the picture actually caught my eye and kinda blew me away. Here it is:

I am no expert, but I am pretty sure I don't weight 297 pounds by looking at that picture. I am even wearing too big of a shirt and still look pretty sharp to me! And now, even more than Monday, I am determined to keep on track with my eating. It was a heck of a lot of hard work to get there, and there are still miles to go. I promised myself and God, if I ever get there, I ain't going back. God led me here, so I sure can't go back on my promise.