I am almost half way through my goal. I have been very pleased with my progress, but I feel I could be doing better. So, it is now time for some fine tuning.

My exercise program has been the most consistent thing that I was doing prior to my 100 Day Strong journey. I was lifting weights six days a week with some walking occasionally thrown in. When I shifted my focus to the 100 days, I cut the lifting in half as I want to lean down.

For the first 6 weeks I have been lifting 3 days a week and walking the other 4. I revised the plan today. Here is what the workout portion for the rest of my 100 Day Strong workout will look like:

Sunday: Weights, Walk 30 + minutes

Monday: Yoga, Walk 30 + minutes

Tuesday: Weights, Walk 30 + minutes

Wednesday: Yoga, Walk 30 + minutes

Thursday: Walk 30 + minutes

Friday: Weights, Walk 30 + minutes

Saturday: Yoga, Walk 30 + minutes

I am stepping up my game a notch with the daily walking and the yoga. I am going to try this for the remainder of the 100 days. Let’s see where this goes. At the very least I should be more flexible and have some more endurance.

It was a beautiful day. I pulled up in the church parking lot with the windows down. I was there to see the College Pastor who was a friend of mine from school. He had invited me out to volunteer time. I didn’t know that those next few moments would be a pivot point in my life.

The Pastor met me out in the front of the building and together we walked back toward his office. Coming down the hall was a beautiful woman. She had blonde hair and a amazing smile. My friend introduced me to her. She politely said hello and then focused all of her attention on him. I was invisible. I remember that day clearly. It was April 1, 1998.

I didn’t know I had just met the woman who would be the best friend I would ever have. It took a few weeks of being around her and we started to talk. Later that April I went on a rappelling trip with the college group. Much to my delight, she was there. We got to hang out some. She was really cool. At one point we were both hooked up to the rappelling lines and she looked at me and said, ‘Race you down!” She may have beat me down. Maybe.

She was so interesting. I started looking for her when I went to church. I just liked being around her. It was the middle of May and I was starting to really like her. Our church had a great place for college students called the Omega House. After the service that evening I was working in the concession area. I really wanted her attention, but I was not the only one vying for it. I saw her across the way talking with another guy. Yeah, no fun. But…that was not the end.

At the end of May, I left town to be a part of a summer mission team. I was going to be gone for 2 months, singing and helping at summer camp. A couple of weeks into the trip there was a few days break from the team. I headed back to the church and set off with the college group to the Royal Gorge in Colorado.

The day before the trip I showed back up at the church and to my surprise, she was there and happy to see me. We spent time together that evening. I was on cloud nine. She was so much fun to be with.

We were both signed up for the trip and we decided to sit together on the van. As we sat there together I asked if she wanted to play 20 questions. We haven’t stopped talking in 24 and a half years.

Ask anyone on the trip and they will tell you that it was easy to see how much we liked each other. When we got back to Oklahoma, we said our goodbyes for the summer and headed our own ways. It took approximately one day for reality to set in. I REALLY liked this lady. I felt like there was a hole in my chest because I had to be away from her. This was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Come to find out she felt the same way.

The summer progressed. We got to see each other a few more times We kissed. We fell in love. The rest, as they say, is history. I love the story of our beginnings. Every time I think of it I smile.

I love that I met my wife on April Fools Day. There is an irony there that has never been lost on me. I thought I knew what I wanted in life and where I was headed. Truth was, I needed a partner. When I found her, we set off on a trail that has been full of life and adventure. There have been ups and downs, but we have done it all together.

I thank God for her daily. She is my best friend.

There he is again. He is in his element. On the couch. Under a blanket. Curled up next to members of his pack. He is safe. He is happy. He is living his best life. Oh, to be a dog.

My dog Max has it good. It didn’t start out like that, but things got much better after we met. If he could talk, I am sure he would tell you the same thing.

We have always loved dachshunds. They are lively little things. They are full of life and are a ton of fun. When we got to Texas we wanted to find another one. My first dachshund, Shorty, passed in 2012 and it was beyond time to find our next buddy.

I was able to find a dachshund rescue here in Texas. They specialize in finding cool dogs good families. I had my eye on a handsome little guy that was down in the Houston area. It was further than I wanted to drive, but was willing to take the trip. Before we could head that way, the rescue called me and asked me to consider a dog much closer in south Fort Worth.

When I got down to the apartment where the foster family was keeping him, he was easy to spot. He was full of life and super skinny. He was very friendly and the decision was made. We had a new family member.

First order of business was getting him some food. The lady I got him from told me that he was only given one (small) cup of food a day. I get that dachshunds have bad backs and need to watch their weight. I could see his ribs and not in a good way. I thought about getting him a hamburger on the way home.

It didn’t take long and Max was a part of the pack. He is one of the friendliest dogs I have ever been around. Usually dachshunds don’t like people outside their pack. They are protective and territorial. Max? Not so much. He won’t put up with people messing with us (or us messing with each other), but he is always ready to say hello to new people. It can be pitiful at times, but it is cute.

When we got him they told me he was less than 2 years old. We got him in December of 2016, so he should have been a Christmas baby 2014. I found his paperwork last year and it appears he was closer to 5. I felt like I got robbed of a few years. However long we have him, he is going to be a happy guy. That is part of being in this pack.

I look at him sometimes and I remind myself I need to adopt some of his ways:

1. Max loves everybody. I don’t know if he has met someone he doesn’t want to be around.

2. Even pushing 11 years old, dude loves to play. He keeps his 3 year old Jack Russel sister busy. Like him, I need to play more. I might have less stress if I did.

3. He is a relaxer. When it is time to wind down, it is time to wind down. I love that.

I love this guy. He is a great dog. I am glad that he gets to be my buddy.

I almost can’t believe that 6 weeks have gone by since I started my 100 Day Strong journey. It has gone fast and hasn’t been as hard as I expected it to be. Sure, tracking my food has become a learned habit, but in the grand scheme of things it has been really easy.

So far I have:

1. Taken a picture of my progress every day. (I will share some of these at some point, but am not ready yet.)

2. Exercised daily. Currently I am lifting weights 3 days a week and walking for at least 30 minutes on the other days. I have put in a workout every day for 43 days. It feels good.

3. I have counted every calorie for 43 days. I am often reminded of the adage, how can you track what you don’t measure? The answer is, you can’t. You may think you are doing good, but unless you have the data to prove it, it is just conjecture.

4. Read/Listened to a chapter of a book every day. I am going to put together my reading list as a part of this journey. There have been some good ones that I am eager to share.

5. I have wanted to blog for years. I will occasionally pick it up and put it back down. I have been consistent every day for 6 weeks. I am eager to keep going.

6. I have consistently downed 100 ounces of water, or more for this whole time. This may be one of the biggest wins of this journey. I think I was chronically dehydrated before I started. I am feeling a lot better.

7. I have encouraged at least one person per day. since I started. This may be my favorite part of the whole thing. I love people. I love letting the truth lift their spirits. It is good for them and for me.

Bring on week 7. At one point this was all a dream, and now it is a reality I am living in the middle of. Let’s keep the dream going.

I love going to work before the sun comes up. No, I don’t like getting up early. No, I don’t like sitting in traffic at 6 am. What is it I love? I can see the stars as I walk out to my car. It is beautiful.

For a few moth out of the year Orion hangs out over my driveway. I can see his shoulders and feet, though the dagger on his belt is a little faint. He shows up well considering he is hundreds of light years away.

I have always loved the stars. I remember learning about them in grade school. Our class had a lesson under a makeshift planetarium. The teacher pointed out Orion, Taurus, and so many more. My favorite back then was the Big Dipper. I am sure I imagined it was dipping ice cream.

What would it be like to travel among the stars? Wouldn’t it be awesome to have a space ship like on TV? Just to fly around the stars and take it all in. That would be amazing.

And to know God made it all with just a word. He spoke and there it was. It really gives you a sense for how awesome He is and how small we are. And yet, He loves us.