I'm not gonna lie--I miss sweets. A lot.
I went to buy groceries yesterday and bought my hubby some Oatmeal Cream Pies, because they are one of his favorite treats. And I was hungry. So as I loaded up the car I thought for a split second, I'm gonna have one of those! In the past, I would have--in fact I probably would have had two or three on the drive home. Instead, I reached over into the bag of apples, and had that instead. While it is easy to say now that I am proud of that decision I made, I honestly wonder--can I keep this up for the rest of my life? I know I need to. I know I WANT to even. But can I...?
How can I know in my head what is best for me, yet my heart still wants something different?
Why don't I crave God like I crave sweets? I wish I did.
That is my prayer today--"Dear Lord, help me crave You above all things."
--Amen
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Thursday, February 16, 2017
A Secret....
263.2.
It's like a secret you don't want anyone to know. Because if they don't know--then maybe you won't seem as fat. Right?
Ridiculous, I know.
So at the beginning of 2017, I had no grand plans for going on a diet, losing weight, or any of the "resolution-y" type things that many people are spurred on to do. Instead, I just started reading a book that encouraged thirty minutes of quiet time every day. And while I had thought this for a long time, suddenly I knew it was TIME--God was nudging me, and telling me it was time to break up with sweets.
To be honest, I believe I have an addiction to sugar. I could make a cake for my daughter's birthday, and the next day eat four pieces before thinking, "maybe I should quit..." I was drinking at least one if not two 20 oz. Cokes a day. I relished having candy in the house for holidays, and could eat a whole bag of mini Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in one sitting. I would love it while it was happening--and regret it as soon as it was done. Regret that I had been out of control. Regret that if I kept eating like this, I was just going to keep gaining and gaining. And yet, I couldn't stop. I had friends who had quit sugar completely and I thought this was probably what I needed to do--though I doubted I ever could. But hey, it was worth a shot!
So on January 17, I began. I decided I would eat whatever fruits, vegetables, meats, and nuts I wanted...but no sugar. No flour. No milk. Man, what a headache the first few days. And my daughter's birthday just happened to be the 18th. (What?!? No birthday cake?!?) But I had made a decision, and it actually was kind of easier that I had a line drawn in the sand as far as what I would or would not eat. And God gave me the strength to persevere. I know it was Him because I am 40 years old and I couldn't ever do it on my own.
So here it is, February 16.
And now the number is 245.2.
God is great.
It's like a secret you don't want anyone to know. Because if they don't know--then maybe you won't seem as fat. Right?
Ridiculous, I know.
So at the beginning of 2017, I had no grand plans for going on a diet, losing weight, or any of the "resolution-y" type things that many people are spurred on to do. Instead, I just started reading a book that encouraged thirty minutes of quiet time every day. And while I had thought this for a long time, suddenly I knew it was TIME--God was nudging me, and telling me it was time to break up with sweets.
To be honest, I believe I have an addiction to sugar. I could make a cake for my daughter's birthday, and the next day eat four pieces before thinking, "maybe I should quit..." I was drinking at least one if not two 20 oz. Cokes a day. I relished having candy in the house for holidays, and could eat a whole bag of mini Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in one sitting. I would love it while it was happening--and regret it as soon as it was done. Regret that I had been out of control. Regret that if I kept eating like this, I was just going to keep gaining and gaining. And yet, I couldn't stop. I had friends who had quit sugar completely and I thought this was probably what I needed to do--though I doubted I ever could. But hey, it was worth a shot!
So on January 17, I began. I decided I would eat whatever fruits, vegetables, meats, and nuts I wanted...but no sugar. No flour. No milk. Man, what a headache the first few days. And my daughter's birthday just happened to be the 18th. (What?!? No birthday cake?!?) But I had made a decision, and it actually was kind of easier that I had a line drawn in the sand as far as what I would or would not eat. And God gave me the strength to persevere. I know it was Him because I am 40 years old and I couldn't ever do it on my own.
So here it is, February 16.
And now the number is 245.2.
God is great.
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