“Fit for Christ,” a community on Sparkpeople of “Women who are dedicated to lose weight for Christ.” Because quite clearly Christ cares if you’re losing weight for him or not. There is religiousity and then there is ridiculousness… this is clearly the latter.

Discussion threads in this group include: Scripture for Weight Loss and Prayer Requests - neither of which necessarily demonstrate an over-zealousness or tenuous grasp on reality. If i had faith, maybe there are passages from the Bible that i could find motivating towards my improved fitness and although i don’t think prayer works per se, i am sort-of convinced that positive thoughts even from others can help things.

But the idea that you are losing weight FOR Christ - C’mon folk. When you’re in a Sainte-Foy like state of bedriddeness and the pieces of your skin that are falling off cure cancer or other chronic illnesses in others - then i will think your nutrition regime is done FOR Christ (in order to better his world). As long as you are running on the treadmill and limiting your calorie intake to under 1600 a day - i am not only going to mock you for being dumb, i am also going to get on a soap box about your irreverence.

There were MANY self-depriving saints who, if you believe, enacted miracles for the believers. Comparing your self-serving, “i want to look better naked” fitness regime with acts of will which resulted in self-annihilation - GET OVER YOURSELVES.

Christ does not care that you are down to 180lbs from your original 230lbs. He also does not care that you drink 8 glasses of water a day, get 120 minutes of cardio a week or sleep eight hours a night. Why? Because all these things make you a healthy person - but not a better Christian.

There are parties and then there are dinner parties. My love of food and the bottomless pit that is my stomach are both legendary - and Bryan’s going-away party was definitely designed to ensure my maximal enjoyment. LOL. I am such a glutton.

Highlights of the evening included homemade hamburgers, two types of salad (one with homemade croutons), lime curd tarts with glazed Quebec blueberries, lemon squares and some HORRIBLE sing-along around the camp fire once Bryan got too drunk to realize how off-key he was. Oh, the joys of going-away parties. I also enjoyed discussions about the coming Apocalypse with Zach, the responsibility of consumers with Bryan and company and kittens with Tassie. It was a good evening. Too bad i didn’t make it into the hot tub.

Because i over-indulged in both chips and cigarettes late in the evening, i decided that an extra cardio work-out was necessary yesterday. After Zach’s in-depth analysis of the benefits of high interval training, i put on my steel-reinforced knee brace and got on the treadmill. Walk 2 minutes, run a minute - repeat for 30 minutes and cool down for 2 minutes. I was tired, but not TOO much so and felt much better about myself. Then me Mum and i embarked on a grocery shopping extravaganza which resulted in vegetarian chili for dinner (the Joy of Cooking serves me well again) and haddock as the planned menu for tonight. I am still enthralled with SparkPeople - a review of the online site upcoming shortly.

The only downside of this week-end was my missing The Tempest which i had been looking forward to. However, after being stranded in the Chabanel District into the early evening as my father left work with my car keys, i was not up to dealing with the traffic to get to Verdun - and if Saturday night at 3am was any indication - i was right. IS THERE ANY ROAD IN THIS ENTIRE CITY THAT IS NOT UNDER CONSTRUCTION?