Cold Pizza

Immediately going from just wanting to go to sleep to curiously hungry, the words "I'm in on pizza" came flying out of my mouth before I knew what was happening.

Thirty-five minutes later, the clock struck midnight, and I turned into a pumpkin as I stared down the barrel of a Mellow Mushroom house special covered in red pepper flakes and garlic. I was defenseless as I actually said out loud, "I don't regret this one bit."

  "Do you like honey? Don't eat too much, or it will make you sick!" (Proverbs 25:16)  

That's the thing about regret: it doesn't exist in the moment, only later. My pastor says if you aren't enjoying your sin, you're doing it wrong! Well, I did that pizza right. Then morning came.

"Mornings matter," my brain kept repeating as the alarm woke me up after not nearly the recommended amount of sleep. I annoy me sometimes, and this was one of those moments. That said, I committed to taking care of my heart, my mind, and my body before presenting myself to the world, so I got up and got at it...pizza gut and all. Now regret sets in...

Nobody's perfect. We all have issues, and we all have regrets. That said, excuses have no place in performance. If you make a commitment, then you honor it. If you eat too much pizza late at night before an early morning workout, that's just dumb. Being dumb is not an excuse for being committed. This morning was an unnecessary suffering, but we do what we say.

Thanks for reading my confessional. I think I will grab some cold pizza and get to work...