Life like a commercial...

I fell off the blogging wagon.
I should make excuses but I'm going to.
"Why did you fall off the blogging wagon Sarah?"


Depression. (and traffic) I feel like Im in a Cymbalta commercial. " Depression Hurts" "Where does depression hurt?"
EVERYWHERE YOU STUPID COMMERCIAL- Insert rage here:)
Seriously that commercial and the Ambilify one ( with the blue robe) Can explain how I feel way better than me.

This is week three of me on an Anti- Depressant.
I'm allowing the Lord to work through the medicine to help level out my emotions.

I have 15 Days until my 5k.
I am way way way way way WAY behind.

I'm going to do it anyways. I don't care how much it cost or how long it takes me. I will cross the finish line one way or another.

This " Run for Recovery" is my way of saying I love you and I care.
So I will cross the finish line.

I walked about 2 miles yesterday and Thursday! Then got up this morning and walked then did some P 90!
so we are on the right tract.
(I then went to the doughnut shop to surprise my aunt... but thats okay.)

I got this yesterday from a dear friend and just wanted to share.

I ask God: take away my habit. God said no: its not for me to take away, but for you to give up.

I ask God: grant me patience. God said no: patience is a by product of tribulations it is not granted, it is learned.

I ask God: spare me pain. God said no: suffering draws you apart from worldly cares & brings you closer to me.

I ask God: make my spirit grow. God said no: you must grow on your own. But I will prune you to make you fruitful.

I ask God: for all things that I may enjoy life. God said no: I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.

I ask God: help me love others as much as You love me. God said "ahhh" finally you have the idea!