Same Old...

While being pregnant is undeniably uncomfortable, looking pregnant when you are, in fact, not pregnant is just as uncomfortable. Maybe in different ways, I'll give you that. But right now, it wouldn't surprise me one bit if someone were thinking,"I wonder how far along she is, and when is she going to tell us about it?!"

Michaela is monitoring my soda intake; I have reached my quota for today, and I am also under orders to do my video. Maybe with her bossing me encouragement I can really get started...it's the starting that's so hard.

And the stopping is hard. Starting a new, good habit while trying to stop an old, deeply rooted, addiction kind of habit makes me cranky.

Hey! Something comes to mind here:

I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it. So I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. 

That is from Romans 7. And oh, so fitting...