Going on 3 months now if I'm being generous and counting my January post. Realistically though, it's been 7 months since I last truly blogged. I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not. I would say I've missed it; but that would only be a half truth.

You see, I have missed writing. The spring of creativity that flows out of me when I click "New Post" is a sensation I truly miss. What I haven't missed is what a lot of my past blogging did to me.

Everytime I wrote, I created a world that wasn't real and I created a me that was fiction and convinced myself that I was that fictional character, so much so that I became that fictional character and lived his lies. It was deception. And I was the deceiver and the deceived. I was damned.

The last few months I've been on a journey. A journey toward the true me. The real me, in Christ. There have been bumps along the road, there have been slips, and falls and many times I have turned as if to return. But I trudged along, blessed and broken and redeemed. And now I'm learning who I truly am. Who I was created to be.

So yes, I've missed writing; but not writing like I used to. The old me, as they say, is dead and gone. I am a new creature. And this new creature wants to write.

Not the old stuff. Obviously, some of my content is going to need to change. I won't be taking down the old stuff because sometimes it helps to remember where you've been. But going forward, I will glorify God, because that's what I'm called to do.

I don't know exactly what my new content will be, or how frequently it will come but when it does you will be the first to hear.

I love you all. God bless you

EDIT: I should probably mention that this blog is not going to turn religious or preachy. I'm just going to keep sharing my life as it goes in lurid detail. I hope you find it entertaining and if not, I apologize. In the meantime, I found this fantastic book

It's january once again and you've made the age old resolution.

You WILL lose weight this year.

2010 is your year of size six sexiness and for the men, it's the year your chest wins over your gut in the Battle of Protrusion. All this declared with and abundance of conviction reminiscent of Mel Gibson in Braveheart.

Well... I wish you the best of luck.

No really, I do. I honestly hope that you're still in the gym, running that mile or taking those spin classes come the 21st of March.

I do, because I am you. I..ahem.. let myself go a little bit over the Christmas holidays and if I'm going to be able to wear anything other than baggy tees come summer, I need some serious dedication.

On the bright side, however, my first few days back in the torture chamber greeted me with a pleasant surprise. I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE!!

The other guys, gym buffs, exceptionally and consistently fit guys that last year sparked my unashamed envy on numerous occasions, all sporting the equivalent of a 4-month baby bump.

The small but very alive part of me that delights in the suffering of others danced with glee.

I digress...

I'm writing this to encourage you.

Ladies: you want to be able to fit into those "gotta peel em off with a sharp knife" skintights without the embarrassment of an unsightly muffin top*? Run those miles, spin those cycles, crunch those abs and get sexy. I'll see you in the summer.

Fellas: ....blah

Happy New year

*When a woman wears a pair of tight jeans that makes her flab spill out over the waistband, just like the top of a muffin sits over the edge of the paper case.

That's right ladies and gentlemen, I'm back!

On a probationary basis though; all the same watch this space