Why I Decided to Lose the Lose It App


A year ago, a friend shared the Lose It App with me.  I used it faithfully for months because it helped me track my personal calorie budget.  I even shared it with others who have used it with much success. Today, however, after weeks of frustration, I decided to delete it.

Here’s why:  I just can’t bring myself to use it properly.  It’s too easy to cheat because it’s based on calories, not on nutrition.  (I know that there’s nutrition info built into the App, but I can never get excited about using it)  Therefore, I found myself making unhealthy choices, mistakenly assuming that calories are just calories.

If you like Lose It and it works for you, keep using it.  I won’t be joining you.  I’m going back to writing down everything I eat because that works for me.  Don’t worry, I’m not going to post it everyday like I did last year.  I will be sharing it with my favorite accountability partner.  She’s tough, but cute.

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3 Reasons Soft Drinks Hinder A Good Workout


Sorry, Mike.


Several years ago, Gatorade put out a commercial called, “I want to be like Mike.”  As the music played, Michael Jordan played basketball and drank Gatorade.  The song was catchy and people everywhere sang along.  As the commercial ended, “Be Like Mike.  Drink Gatorade” flashed across the screen.  Suddenly, I wanted to be like Mike and I found myself thirsty for Gatorade.

Michael Jordan is a great guy, but in the end, he’s another person who struggles with sin like the rest of us.  The only person who never sinned was Jesus.  He lived a perfect life and through His death made it possible for us to spend eternity with God in Heaven.

Sorry, Mike.  You’re awesome, but I want to be like Jesus.

How can we be like Jesus?

In John 15:12, Jesus said, Love one another as I have loved you. 

It looks like we can start by loving one another as He loved us.  He loved us so much that He gave His life for us.  Because of His love for us, He achieved more than any sports figure, rock star or businessperson has or ever will achieve.

Let’s Be Like Jesus.  Let’s Love One Another.

3 Reasons Soft Drinks Hinder A Good Workout


Anyone who knows me knows that I am a soft drink junkie, especially when it comes to Coca-Cola.  However, 3 weeks ago, I began using the App, C25Kfree (Couch To 5K free) and I began jogging for the first time in my life.

(I would really recommend the App for anyone with an iPhone who is wanting to get into shape and lose weight.  I can feel the benefits after only 3 weeks.)

After the first couple of runs, I came face to face with the cold hard reality that it was time for me to stop drinking soft drinks.  The main reason is that they were severely hindering my workouts.  Here are the 3 main reasons I found when I did just a little bit of study on the subject:

3 Reasons Soft Drinks Hinder A Good Workout

  1. Proper hydration is critical – Your body needs adequate amounts of water in order to carry nutrients to your muscles and to then remove waste produced during physical activity.  Carbonated drinks do not hydrate your body sufficiently and therefore hinder the maximum impact of your exercise.
  2. Bloating – Carbonated beverages cause bloating.  This is often seen around your waistline, when gas builds up in your stomach.  During exercise, this can result in slight stomach pain.
  3. Shortness of breath – Many carbonated soft drinks contain caffeine, which is a central nervous system stimulant.  It speeds up your heart rate and your breathing.  This is what makes you feel short of breath as you exercise and your rate of inhaling and exhaling increases.

If you’ve experienced similar results, please share your comments with me.  It will really encourage me as I continue towards my running goal.

Related post:

Why I chose to try the couch to 5k free workout app

Week Two of Couch to 5k

10 Best Valentines Day Quotes


1. Today is Valentine’s Day – or, as men like to call it, Extortion Day – Jay Leno

2.  I wanted to make it really special on Valentine’s Day, so I tied my boyfriend up. And for three solid hours I watched whatever I wanted on TV. – Tracy Smith

3.  Nobody will ever win the battle of the sexes. There’s too much fraternizing with the enemy. – Henry Kissinger

4.  I don’t understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine’s Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon. – Unknown

5. Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly. – By Rose Franken

6. Valentine’s Day money-saving tip: Break up on February 13th, get back together on the 15th. – David Lettermen

7. Oh here’s an idea: let’s make pictures of our internal organs and give them to other people we love on Valentine’s Day. That’s not weird at all. – Jimmy Fallon

8. Today, folks, should be all about love. Unless you’re old. – Stephen Colbert

9. I want a man who’s kind and understanding. Is that too much to ask of a millionaire? – Zsa Zsa Gabor

Here’s my favorite:

10. Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love. – The Apostle Paul in 1 Corinthians 13:13 NLT

Happy Valentine’s Day


Week Two of Couch To 5K


As a career Marine, my dad used to run between 4 and 9 miles each day, in order to keep fit.  I once asked him why he chose to run.  He answered that since he was required as a Marine to remain fit, he could either not eat or run daily.  “I’m sort of fond of eating,” he answered, “So I guess I’ll keep running.”

I’m also rather fond of eating, but I’m not that fond of running.  Even so, I’m in my second week of using the App Couch to 5 K.  My current workout begins with a brisk five-minute warm-up walk, then moves into 20 minutes of alternating 90 seconds of running with two minutes of walking.  This is a change in the amount of my running time from 60 seconds each time to 90 seconds each time.  That doesn’t sound like a lot, but I have to admit that it’s kicking my lower posterior.  I find myself looking at my phone to check the countdown when I’m running and it also shows that I have about 30 seconds left.  I guess I’m doing better.  I did the same thing last week when I only had to run for 60 seconds at a time and it said 30 seconds then as well.

Today, I did my workout run on the sidewalk of the Metairie Mardi Gras parade route after everyone else had gone home.  The street was clean but the sidewalk was littered with broken beads, drink cups, soda and wine bottles, and beer cans.  I think that I should get extra credit since I basically ran through an obstacle course.  What do you think?

Warm Bodies: a Paranormal Romantic Zombie Comedy Narrative Film


Relationships can be so difficult…especially when you’re a zombie.

In an attempt to please the wife of my youth, I went to see Warm Bodies, a paranormal romantic zombie comedy narrative film based on Isaac Marion’s 2011 novel.  With a name like Warm Bodies, I was afraid that it would be filled with sexually explicit scenes requiring me to leave before the movie was complete.  However, after seeing that every other movie showing was rated R,   I reluctantly agreed.

Here’s a brief synopsis of the movie:

R is an oddly introspective zombie who spends his days wandering around the Toronto Airport.  His best friend is M, although he’s never called him by name.  R and M only communicate with grunts and moans and occasional words.  R, like all of his fellow zombies, feeds on human flesh.  He especially enjoys eating brains, because it allows him to experience the memories of the one that he is eating.

Julie lives in a walled off area of Toronto with the rest of the city’s human population.  She and her friends are sent out by her father in order to recover medical supplies from an abandoned hospital.  Suddenly, R and a group of zombies attack Julie’s team.  R sees Julie and instantly falls in love with her but is then shot by Perry, Julie’s boyfriend.  In return, R kills Perry and eats his brain, which gives him Perry’s memories, increasing R’s love for Julie.  R then rescues Julie and brings her to his home, an abandoned airplane.  The two become friends and R slowly begins to come back to life.  The effect is contagious and soon other zombies begin to show signs of humanity.  R and Julie’s relationship becomes more romantic as he becomes more human and the two find themselves caught between the paranoid human forces and the bonie zombies, virtually skeletal demons, who are out to destroy the zombie human restoration brought about by R and Julie’s relationship.  With M’s help, R and Julie must find a way for the “regular” zombies and the humans to first join forces against the bonies and to then create a new zombie/human friendly society.


How often has a zombie been the hero in a love story? R’s quirky sense of humor throughout the odd circumstances is part of what gives this movie its charm.  His inner dialogue shows throughout that he really is human at heart. Even as a romantic comedy, Warm Bodies does contain violent scenes, mostly involving zombies’ dining habits, so viewers should be prepared.  There is also the one unmentionable profane word that seems to be in most PG-13 movies nowadays. Fortunately, there’s enough humor to take the bad taste out of your mouth.


Warm Bodies actually could have a parallel in Christian circles.  The humans living inside the walled city could represent Christians separating themselves from the world thereby prohibiting the zombies, or lost people, from the only connection that’s going to allow them to really live.  I suppose the bonies could represent Satan, doing whatever is possible in order to keep this eternal restoration from taking place.  If you look at it from that point of view, Warm Bodies could be a great conversation starter when sharing Christ with a friend. Then again, it could just be your typical paranormal romantic zombie comedy narrative film.  Anyway, I liked it.

Other reviews by John J. Frady

Les Miserables – https://johnjfrady.com/2013/01/07/187/

The Skinny on the Hunger Games – https://johnjfrady.com/2012/10/04/the-skinny-on-the-hunger-games/


Why I Chose To Try The Couch To 5K Free Workout App


For the past couple of months, I’ve been looking for some type of health and fitness goal that will inspire me to keep my weight down.  Last year, I lost almost 50 lbs, but I must admit that it’s been hard to stay excited about just keeping it off.  It’s a lot more exciting to talk about food (especially when you live in New Orleans and it’s King Cake season).  This past week, one of my friends reminded me about the App called Couch to 5K.  He’s been using it to train for several weeks, if not months, and he’s very pleased with the results.

So, I downloaded the free App called C25KFree and I’ve tried it for two days in a row.  I’ve never been much of a jogger or a runner.  I do like the elliptical machine, but I’ve always been worried about damaging my knees.  In the long run, however, I think that was just my excuse.

Here’s a 30 minute workout I’ve done for the past two days:

1.  A five minute brisk warmup walk.

2.  Alternate 60 seconds of jogging with 90 seconds of walking for 20 minutes.

3.  A 5 minute cool down walk

I’m just glad that I didn’t throw up.

Pray for me in this.  Trying to decide whether or not to continue.


I Keep Asking God What I’m For


In the movie version of the musical Little Shop of Horrors, flower shop assistant Seymour sets down his broom and sings out:

Poor!  All my life I’ve always been poor.

I keep asking God what I’m for,

And He tells me, “Gee, I’m not sure.

Sweep that floor, kid!”

I’ve always found that line sort of humorous.  The truth is, however, that God knows you perfectly and understands your purpose in life.  He made you the way that you are because of who He wants you to be which in turn determines what He wants you to do.

I praise You because You made me in an amazing and wonderful way.  What You have done is wonderful.  I know this very well.  You saw my bones being formed as I took shape in my mother’s body.  When I was being put together there, You saw my body as it was formed.  All the days planned for me were written in Your book before I was one day old.  Psalm 139:14-16 NCV

What do You want me to do, Lord?  Author Margaret Feinberg asked that question again and again of the Lord and felt like He never answered.  Finally, she asked herself, “Well, then what do I want to do?”  As she explored her gifts and heart’s desires, God’s will for her life soon became clearer to her.  She later realized that what she wanted to do had been shaped by who God had made her to be.

God knows who He made you to be.  If you are struggling to discover His will for your life, why not start with exploring who God made you to be.  By doing so, you will be much more likely to discover what He wants you to do.



You might not believe it if you saw me now, but I used to be a serious athlete. When I was in second grade, I played t-ball.  I wasn’t very good at the game.  I was so terrible at batting that often I would strike out.  Who strikes out in t-ball?  The ball is right there in front of you and you don’t have to worry about curve balls, slow pitches, or anything.  I would often swing at the ball and miss it altogether, even though it was just sitting there on top of the tee, right in front of me.

When I signed up for the t-ball team, I wanted to be the pitcher.  Pitchers were cool.  They were right in the middle of the action.  I imagined myself pitching no hitter games as thousands cheered me on as the next American baseball prodigy.  It never occurred to me that t-ball pitchers actually didn’t pitch the ball.  In many ways, they were more of a target.  I didn’t become the pitcher.  My teammates told me that it was because I threw like a girl.  When they first said this, I was really angry, but then one day I realized that I really did throw like a girl.  I ended up in left field, which isn’t a very active position in t-ball.

Even though I wasn’t the pitcher, I swore to myself that I would work so hard that my coach, Coach Williams, would eventually admit his coaching mistake and make me the pitcher.  I worked hard at every practice and did everything that he told me to do.  I ran laps with the other players.  I took turns trying to hit the ball at batting practice.  I even caught the ball a few times when Coach Williams hit it to left field.  Finally, I sat with the other players in the dugout and listened to my first pre-game pep talk.  I don’t remember a word that Coach Williams said in his speech, but I do remember that he was sure that we would win if we all played our best.  As he spoke, I determined that I would single-handedly work so hard that I would cause the entire team to win.

Earlier that day, I was pumped.  Just to prove my team spirit, I wore my uniform to school.  What I was most proud of was my blue baseball cap with a big “S” on the front.  My team was the Sherwood Sharks.  I never knew if the “S” stood for “Sherwood” or “Sharks” but I loved that hat.  I pulled it so far down on top of my head that you couldn’t even see my eyebrows.  All the kids laughed at me but I didn’t care.  I wasn’t moving that cap off of my head for anything.  Unfortunately, my teacher, Miss Browning, soon told me that I had better take it off unless I wanted to run laps to the principal’s office.  She kept it for me for the rest of the day just to make sure that I wouldn’t somehow forget and put it back on my head.  However, when she placed it on my head at the end of the school day, she smiled and whispered in my ear, “Hit a home run for me, John.”

“If I do, can I wear my cap in the classroom tomorrow?”

“No,” she smiled.  “But we can both be happy about it.”

The next time I took off my cap was when I stood on the baseline with my fellow players and listened to a canned rendition of the national anthem.  When it was finished, the umpire yelled, “Play ball!”  I ran to my position in left field and waited patiently for the first fly ball to come my way.  I was in for a long wait.

After a few minutes of zero left field action, I started to grow antsy.  The time between batters seemed to last forever and my baseball cap was starting to feel tight around my skull.  My determination to be a professional t-ball pitching star also waned as it began to sink into my brain that t-ball pitchers don’t actually pitch the ball.  Also, the announcer took forever announcing each batter from the other team that stood to bat.  Some of them hit the ball, but none of them made it out of the infield.

“This sure is taking a long time,” I sighed as I looked around me for some type of diversion that would keep me from my intense boredom.  My search didn’t take long for perhaps twenty five feet behind me was an oak tree with large limbs that hung near to the ground.

“This is great!”  I thought.  “There’s a tree out here that I can play on.  Nobody ever hits a ball to left field so there’s no reason for anyone to even look out this way.  It’s so far that no one will ever notice, especially not Coach Williams.  He wears glasses anyway and that must mean that he can’t see very well.”  I took one more look at the infield.  Everyone there seemed to be moving in slow motion.  I threw down my glove and ran toward the tree.  I grabbed a branch with both hands and swung my feet up and wrapped them around another branch.  In my mind, I instantly became a prince in a middle ages kingdom fighting for his princess.  As I hung from the branch, I cried out, “Don’t be alarmed, my dear Princess Alookabala!  I, Prince Johann, will save you from the evil three headed dragon!”

My pretend world was soon shattered.

“Frady!” yelled Coach Williams from the infield.  “What are you doing?  Get the ball!”  I turned just in time to see the ball quickly rolling toward me.

“Get the ball!  What are you doing hanging from the tree?”

I dropped from the tree and placed my glove on the ground to stop the ball, but it hit a root and bounced right over my head.

“Behind you!” yelled the entire team.  “Get the ball!”

I quickly turned and started chasing after the ball but tripped on another root and fell to the ground.

“I have to get that ball!” I screamed as I stood and ran in the direction where I thought the ball must have gone.  Sure enough, I ran the wrong way.

“Frady, turn around!” Coach Williams yelled.  “You’ll find it if you turn around.”

“Turn around?” I asked.  “How will that help?”

“Turn around!” yelled every parent in the stands.

“Ok!  I’ll turn around!” I yelled.

Furiously, I started spinning in circles with my arms stretched out until I actually fell to the ground from dizziness.


“Frady!” yelled Coach Williams.  “Get up!  Find the ball!”

“What was that kid doing spinning around, Williams?” screamed a man’s voice.

“Give it up, kid!” cried another voice from the bleachers.

Not seeing it anywhere, I gave up and sat down Indian style facing away from the infield and bleachers.

“Get that kid off the field!” I heard a man yell.

“What’s he doing out there!” screamed a woman.  “He sat down during the game.”

I was so ashamed.  I sat there in my dizziness and waited for someone to rescue me.

“This ain’t a sandbox, kid!” yelled an angry man.

At that moment, the dizziness wore off just a bit and I noticed that the ball was sitting right in front of me.  Frantically, I jumped to my feet, picked it up and turned to throw the ball, but stopped when I realized that Coach Williams was standing right beside me.

“Don’t even bother throwing the ball, Frady?” he said, towering over me.  “What are you doing out here?”

My mind went blank.

“Answer me!” he commanded.

I thought about telling him about how I was suddenly Prince Johann saving Princess Alookabala from the three headed dragon, but I didn’t think he would understand.  

“I, uh, don’t know, Coach.” I answered timidly.

“Well, I know,” he snapped.  “We’re in the middle of a very important t-ball game and you’re out here swinging on trees, mumbling to yourself, sitting down, spinning like a top, not even paying attention to what’s going on around you.  What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I don’t know,” I answered, beginning to tear up.

“Well, I know!” he snarled.  “Get your glove.  You’re going to warm the bench for the rest of the game.”

The walk to the dugout lasted for an eternity.  My teammates glared at me.  Adults in the bleachers shook their heads.

One of the dads even yelled out, “Williams, you ought to just kick that kid off the team!  He was swinging in the trees, for Pete’s sake!”

When I finally made it to the dugout, no one would let me sit by them.  So, I walked to the far end of the dugout and I leaned against the wall behind me and cried hard.  I threw down my glove and whispered, “I hate t-ball.”


I played two years of t-ball and then two more years of baseball.  I hated almost every minute of it.  I did improve a little.  I eventually stopped throwing like a girl and never again did I swing on a tree during an actual game.

I don’t know why I continued to play.  I think I was trying to earn respect for myself through improving my sports skills.  I never got it.  My teammates continued to glare at me, coaches continued to lecture me, and other kid’s parents continued to suggest loudly that I be kicked off of the team.  No one, ever, told me that I was a good t-ball, baseball, or any other kind of ball player.

As I look back, I realize that in a similar fashion that I’ve worked hard all of my life to achieve respect.  First, it was sports.  I played t-ball and flag football, then I played baseball and football.  After that, I tried basketball and soccer.  Then, when I realized that sports weren’t for me, I joined the Boy Scouts and earned more badges than anyone else in my den.  Next, I threw myself into my school subjects, hoping to find satisfaction.  It didn’t come so I began learning to play the piano and I seriously started singing.  Before long came band and drama and school clubs and honor societies and college scholarships.  It never stopped.  I continued to earn respect for myself so that never again would I be sitting in the dugout listening to someone yelling at me to give it up.  Never again did I want to hear my coach or teacher or leader or conductor or friend or family member yell out, “Frady!  What are you doing?  Go get the ball!  Why are you hanging in the trees?  Why are you spinning around?”  I would win their respect by outdoing everybody in everything.

And then I met Jesus Christ.  He loved me unconditionally no matter if I excelled at anything.  He accepted me whether I played left field, played in the trees, or sat in the dugout.  He didn’t care about my abilities.  He only cared about me.  As a matter of fact, He loved me.  I thought that was cool and I made Him my Lord and Savior.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t leave it alone.  I decided that the best way to “repay” God for loving me unconditionally was to give Him other reasons to love me.  I quickly got involved in every church activity that I could find in my own church and in others.  I sang in the choir.  I went on visitation.  I wore neon Christian t-shirts to school (it was the 80’s), I sang solos in our church and in other churches, I went on mission trips, I wanted to do it all.

I took what should have been all about Him and made it all about me.

Oh, I thought that what I was doing was all about Him because I was serving Him.  I was singing about Him.  I was learning about Him.  I was visiting for Him.  I was working for Him.  I was wearing t-shirts that portrayed and said cool things about Him!  I was telling people about Him!  But, really, deep down, it was all about me.  I feel really ashamed about that as I write that now.

I was like Martha preparing the meal for Jesus.  She was working so hard that she wasn’t getting to spend any time with Jesus.  I’m sure that as Martha was preparing the meal for the Lord that she was thinking, “Okay.  I’ve got to make this meal for Jesus and His disciples.  Would He best like my unleavened bread or my fig preserve sandwich spread?  I’ll just have to make them both.  Then, when Jesus tastes them, He will turn to me and say, ‘Martha, you make the best unleavened bread fig preserves sandwiches I’ve ever tasted.  Why don’t you sit on my right side when My kingdom comes?’”

But Jesus didn’t say that to Martha.  “The Master said, ‘Martha, dear Martha, you’re fussing far too much and getting yourself worked up over nothing. One thing only is essential, and Mary has chosen it—it’s the main course, and won’t be taken from her.’”  (Luke 10:41-42, MSG)  Jesus was saying that although active, practical service to God is essential and good; our first and most important task is a love and devotion that expresses itself in worship, prayer, and fellowship with Jesus.

Now, after several decades, I hear Jesus calling to me from outside of the whirlwind of my own making.  He’s asking me, “Why are you so caught up in this game?  Where’s the John who forsake his outfield position in order to swing in a tree?  That’s who I made you to be.  Spend time with me and let me remind you of who you are.”