Roast My Easter Post (Boil Some Eggs)
Late last fall, I was pushing 300 pounds. My dad had struggled with weight my entire life and had even gotten a quadruple bypass at one point. I remember the nights in his hospital room, wondering if he was going to walk out of there alive or be taken to the morgue. He's fortunately in a much better state now, but he didn't get there until his mid-50s. I didn't want that to happen to me. I was at 285, my highest weight ever, when I told myself I was turning things around. Since November 7th (my 37th birthday), I have tried to eat better and exercise more. The result of my efforts has been 25 pounds lost. When I saw the number 260, I nearly dropped to my knees in excitement. And the best part is that I'm not stopping until I see 195 on the scale on November 7, 2026. People have also remarked about the happiness they see in this photo for both Laura and me. It wasn't an easy 2025. We had to sell our house after almost ten years. My wife had to quit her teaching job (one she loved) because of her health issues. But God brought us through and gave us a renewed hope. Which is why me liking this Easter photo of myself seems even more appropriate. There is hope for the hopeless. The tomb is empty. Jesus is alive. Whatever challenge you're facing, remember that with God, all things are possible.