It works.
When time is short, patience is gone, my kid hits me, Baby is crying, the system is screwing me and others I love any which way it can. When money is gone, or more than gone and others are just plain not being nice. When God is silent, work is hard or too easy or too little or just a job. I need something. An endorphine rush, maybe?
In a Sunday school class of divorced and otherwise messed up families, we made a list of everything we can do, or have done to us during this time. Then we crossed out each item we did not have control over.
The only thing left on the list was what we put in our body and how we use it. Extrapolate and at the very least we can eat right and exercise. Oh, OK.
Today I radiated impatience and frustration over more than a few things. Then I stuffed all my littles into the car and went to the gym. And I worked hard, even laughed that my arms were killing me. I saw others sweating it out, complaining or laughing...and it was good for my soul.
And I can even do it when I feel like everything is going right, too. I never regret it.
