A promise...

Meet my dad.

THE Greatest man I've ever known.

Kind, generous, God fearing, loving, funny, athletic, selfless, compassionate, energetic, strong, passionate, gentle, warm, fun, and amazing don't even scratch the surface.

He was and is the standard I hold anyone in my life to.

To say I miss him is an understatement.

He died at the age of 46 due to complications from colon cancer.

He had walked me down the aisle just one month before he gained his angel wings.

During the two years he fought cancer, we had some of the greatest conversations we'd ever had.

We talked about life and how it would be without him here.

And he made me make him a promise.

He wanted me to lose weight. If even just 15 lbs, he knew this disease could so easily attack me and he wanted it to never tarnish my life.

And so I promised him I would.

But I didn't.

Instead, I gained weight.

I made a feeble attempt about a year ago to start running.

I did ok.

I ran some 5K's.

And then I found out about P and it all went by the way side.

But it's time.

And I'm ready.

And I'm praying this blog will help keep me accountable, since it's out there for all to see.

I could use your encouragement.

I could use prayers.

I have a lot of weight to lose.

I don't have much faith in myself.

But I want this more than anything.

I want it for me, my kids, and for him.

And so I will, dad, I will...