What I Want To Do I Do Not Do

I laboriously hauled myself onto the digital bathrooms scales after a lengthy weekend vacation of eating and napping only to see the LED readout flash the message “HEART ATTACK” in brilliant caution-orange.  With the taste of pork ribs, beef sirloin and grilled salmon still on my lips I vowed never to eat again. 

This calls for serious action…so I aired the tires on my neglected bicycle and paddled off into the morning twilight. In the humid seventy-seven degree air it did not take long for the heavy breathing to start followed by a clammy sweat.  It was as if that homemade coconut cream pie oozed from every pore.     

“I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.”  Romans 7:15