July 28th: The End of the Mormon (aka Healthy Living) Challenge

To clarify, when I first heard about the challenge, it was from my friend Heather who explained her friends who attended the Mormon church had organized and launched this way hard Healthy Living challenge periodically. This was about a year prior to the text from her that read, “Challenge starts tomorrow, you want in?” So in that year, I had referred to the whole thing as the “Mormon challenge.” This confused many a person in the following weeks, as my name for it was pretty permanently settled by then.

Nothing to do specifically with Mormon religion, the challenge lasts 8 weeks and includes 8 specific requirements, geared toward Healthy Living:

* Exercise 45 minutes daily
* Drink 8 glasses of water daily
* Eat 2 servings each fruits and veggies daily
* Stop eating 2 hours before bed
* Journal x15 mins daily
* Read Bible or inspirational material x15 mins daily
* No sugar (interpreted to mean either no desserts or no food in which sugar is in top 5 ingredients.)
* No junk/fast food 
 
For each of those requirements met daily, you earn one point. Each week you get a free day (day of rest) factored in, where you can get all 8 points regardless. Pay in is $20, at the end of the 8 weeks, half goes to point leader, other half to most weight loss by percentage. 
 
Sounds fun, huh? I had already signed up for the Lose It! app about a month prior to the challenge start and was down 6 lbs. Now, reading the previous blog entries, one might think I finally starting living what I learned. One might be wrong. More so, I was just sick of living in my flabby body and needed to do something, whether or not it came from a right mind or surrendered spirit, I just had to start moving my body.

So, the challenge came along when I already had momentum. That and being familiar with the challenge for a year prior, I think I had a distinct advantage. Week One I racked up a perfect score, which motivated me right away to continue to strive for the flawless score for the whole works.

The toughest week was when my family took a week vacation with my dad, stepmom, and brother to the lake. The challenge is physically challenging and mentally challenging. It took quite a bit of planning to figure out the 45 mins, the 15 min Bible and journal – the whens and whats of all that. Add lake junk food and sugar and peeing every hour and I can honestly say in order to maintain a perfect score I had to give myself to the competition and other things, summer and vacation things, took a backseat.

Thankfully I have a hubby who is even more competitive than I am, so when I was all, who cares if I miss that point, he was the one who’d say, “You go do it, you are in a competition!”
 
And at the end, I was so sick of the “have to’s” and the “is this junk??,” the whole thing couldn’t get wrapped up faster.  I ended with perfect points and 9.54% weight loss. Yay.

More important than the stats, here’s what I learned: 
 
* Exercise. Most days, without a competition creating its false sense of “have-to”, I would have been “too tired” or “too busy” or “burnt out” or “bored” to get 45 mins of exercise in. Because I have three kids, and a husband, and a household to run, 45 minutes does not actually equal 45 mins. Getting the kids somewhere else, or distracted, or involved in the workout, and then the shower afterward – the whole production could take the whole morning. But the competition taught me the Do It Anyway lesson. Because if I was gonna get the points, I was gonna have to exercise. The time making excuses takes up time too, and if I am just gonna end up on the elliptical in the end, skip the whining and *itching and save that time and get on the Elliptical. And in the too busy front, I found that while I had long list of stuff that just didn’t get done this summer (ie closets and baby books), what I did get done I did with a better attitude and more energy. Exercise is a good thing. It’s too easy to forget because sitting on the couch feels deceptively good, too.

* Water. I feel better when I drink more water. I also use less chapstick. However, I am not a fan of peeing all the time. No real life changing lesson there, except part of any winnings will have to go reimburse my hubby for increased TP supply. Just kidding. Mostly.

* 2 servings fruits and veggies. What I appreciate about the “have to” eat fruit and veggies is the fullness factor. Without the “have to,” I can easily rationalize not “wasting” calories on veggies I like less than the food I like more; why add 60 calories of green beans, when I could just have the good stuff, I’m actually saving calories in the long run – something like that. But when I had to, I planned for the veggie, it made me fuller faster and then I ate less of whatever the main dish was and huh, saved calories in the long run. I still do that rationalization with milk. I probably don’t get enough dairy but can’t make myself “waste” 90 calories on a glass of skim milk that I don’t love. 64 year old crippled me will want to kick 34 year olds me’s ass someday. 
 
* Stop eating 2 hours before bed – this one wasn’t all that hard for me. There was an astrix by the rule that read “unless it’s your supper.” So as long as I stopped eating after supper, or ate popcorn with a movie at the beginning and stayed up for 2 more hours… no big deal. Eating at night is not my downfall, except when I was preggers. Then you would find me with a big bowl of cereal propped on the belly with the evening news.   

* Journal x15 minutes daily: I liked this one and wish I would keep up with it now that the “have to” has disappeared. I feel like my words are less once they have been expressed, I don’t feel the pressure bubbling up to spill them on whatever poor victim crosses my way with a “How are you?” It forced me to consider my ways, face my thoughts and fears and goals. Towards the end of the challenge, I wrote often about what my plan was after it was over, what next? Would I continue to lose weight? Would I eat every cookie I could reach? I read Joshua and Judges for the Bible reading and related to the Israelites so much. At the end of Joshua, all the promises God had made beginning in Genesis had been fulfilled. I felt like Judges started with a “Now What?” Sure they had land still to conquer, but there was an overall sense of completion. Like when I graduated from seminary, I still had one class I had to write three papers for and get turned in sometime, whenever... Yep, I didn’t write those papers for literally ten years. What was the point, I had the diploma? The Israelites didn’t do so hot without a vision for the future. I was afraid I’d fall, too, without something making me keep on keeping on.

* Bible x15 mins a day: I loved this one, too. Because I am all or nothing, I like to study the Word and really dive in, I don’t just like to skim/read and move on. So often, my Bible time takes too long, so I avoid it unless I have an afternoon free; feast or famine. But to set a timer and say, I’m gonna study for 15 minutes and then I’m done, was life-changing. You’d think I would have come up with that plan a lot sooner. 
 
* Sugar. Oh, sugar, sugar, sugar. It was an amazing feat, I thought, to only have sugar once a week for 8 weeks. Again, a friend of mine had challenged me to give up sugar for National Nutrition month or something like that just a couple of months prior, so I had practiced this. It wasn’t so shocking, and then to say, hmm… is that Oreo worth $80 to me (the points half of the winnings) helped me resist. In real life, without a reward or outside motivation, it’s so much harder to say No. I get anxious when I think of only having one treat a week, even though I know I can, I just Do.Not.Want.To. I love sugar. Even though now when I do eat it, or eat too much, I do feel foggy and ill. I’m not to the point where that hinders me from over-indulging though. So mentally I haven’t really changed. I like sugar more than I like self-control. Apparently I like winning competitions and $$ more than both of those.

* Junk. This was the prevalent thought squatter. Is this junk? I asked the people around me at a sample of garlic toast and alfredo at Walmart, is this junk? Once it was okay with my conscience, avoiding or partaking wasn’t so difficult. Mostly, just the thought process of breaking down the ingredients and then determining if I was bending the rules and all that, took time, energy, and thought space.  “Junk” was so arbitrary. I did though see how kind of often I feed my kids what the judges would rule as junk: corn dogs, party pizza, just about anything from the freezer section that comes in a box. It’s just so easy and they like it so much. This unhealthy habit will be hard to break; I need to really get a handle on soon, for their sake.

* Free days: What I learned about free days is if I don’t handle my freedom, I am kind of miserable. If I am full, I don’t enjoy my time between meals. I’m sluggish, lazy, heavy. I resent kids for making me get off the couch – which is no way to live. The worst part though is not being able to enjoy eating the next time I sit down to eat. If I’m still fullish, the food doesn’t taste nearly as good as when I am holding out for a meal and really enjoy it. Eating is such a treat when I’m a little hungry! Eating is such a burden if I’m already full from a previous free for all. And then I feel sad to not be enjoying the food. And I feel wasteful, starving kids in Africa guilt. Over-eating bad, rational portions good. You’d think that’d be as of a no brainer as exercise good, couch potato bad, for whatever reason, it was still an epiphany.

To change a lifestyle on all these fronts all at once would be impossible, which is why it was an 8 week challenge. But I am so glad I did it, that I learned the iceburg tip of these lessons, and hope to, plan to, still incorporate these habits into my daily life little by little, by choice, not by coercion.

(Side note: Another friend who participated in the challenge wants to coordinate a round two. And truthfully, I can’t wait. It seems so much easier to “have to” than it is to make the choice because I want to, deep down, make that healthy choice more than I want this unhealthy choice. Why is that? I don’t know. Maybe you can tell me...)

Dead Girl Eating

What would you eat for your last supper?  Death row, clock is ticking, dead girl eating.  Kind of like the question, what book would you bring to a deserted island? Your thoughts turn to a food bucket list. 

I’d want Grandma Doris’s hot fudge on ice cream, a bowl of my dad’s chili, my sister’s tapioca pudding, my mom’s no bake cheesecake with cherries on top, my hubby’s grilled pheasant, my friend Jo’s artichoke dip, my friend Emily’s mom’s birthday cake, Jamie’s sugar cookies, and chocolate chip cookie dough, a warm cookie, and a crispy cool one, and a diet Mountain Dew from the can, ice cold.

What do you notice on my last meal menu?  A crap load of sweets, guilty.  But also, each food is attached to a person I love.  That isn’t something I fabricated for the blog.  The list came first, then the realization – all the food I love most is held by someone I love too.

So what if I rephrase the question, more like my pastor did this past Sunday. 

What if you were told tonight would be your last meal?  You will die peacefully after midnight, plan accordingly.

Different kind of question, isn’t it?  All of a sudden, food is kind of your last thought, isn’t it? 

When my pastor posed the question, I first thought he referring to the death row hypothetical, but then realized, no, that’s not what he’s asking.

He’s asking: What would you do if your time on earth was limited?  I mean, it always is, but we tend to live like tomorrow is a guarantee and we have all the time in the world. 

And the answer becomes, for me, I’d spend time with my family.  I wouldn’t worry about what I would eat that night, probably order in something I like so I wouldn’t have to take the time to prepare a meal.  Or something the kids like and create a special celebration for them.  The kids love streamers and candles. 

I’d call my parents and my grandparents.  I’d tell my dad about the Way one more time. I’d sit and play with each of my kids, write one last note in their baby books, tuck them in, give long hugs, and say good-night prayers.  I’d snuggle with my hubby on the couch.

The death row wish list is only applicable in that situation: alone, behind bars, with food to comfort and give joy at life’s end. 

For those of us who are free, the people around us are our comfort and joy.  Sharing a meal with our family is supposed to be like that – enjoy the food, yes, but it is not about the food primarily.  (Even when it is about the food!)

Thanksgiving – about the turkey and pumpkin pie.  Christmas – the cookies.  Birthday – cake.  We look forward to these events and these treats.  I do anyway.

But if that’s the only part we enjoy, we are missing the point and putting food in a much higher position of importance than it should be.

I often have honest anxiety over holidays and church potlucks and special events, knowing I’ll want to eat these goodies and feeling like I shouldn’t and feeling guilty for eating and feeling deprived if I resist.  Then I generally eat till I’m stuffed and I don’t want to deal with people and want to unbutton my pants or put on my sweats but I can’t because I’m at my cousin’s house, so on and so on.  All this anxiety and guess who isn’t enjoying the people around them, because of all the chaos in my head?  Me. 

This bloated cow ain't a happy cow.  Been there!

 

If I learn, if I train myself to see the death row supper vs. last night on earth supper mentality in every event that I get anxiety facing, I think I could be free to enjoy myself.  If I remind myself tomorrow is not guaranteed, that this is an irreplaceable event with those I love, I think I could change the way I react to the big events.  Not with guilt, not with binging, not focused on the food. 

The person who is obsessed with that food bucket list is the person behind bars, trapped and alone.

The person who is obsessed with her family and wanting to love and enjoy them, at the grand feasts and ordinary lunches of life, is the one who is free.

 

March 21 - Drunkeness * Gluttony * Debauchery

One would think, being one of the seven deadly sins, that Gluttony would be found more often in the Bible than it is.  I was surprised anyway.

I looked it up, intent on finding out where eating becomes a sinful act.  It is most literally translated, “riotous eating.”  Eating in a riotous fashion – are you picturing Black Friday shopping meets the buffet table, too?

Eating becomes sinful in the context of substituting in some way for God’s goodness, trying to fill ourselves.  A mental/emotional motivation.  I’ll post more on that another time.

But then there is a purely physical pleasure motivation that can turn eating into sin.

Now, to be clear, eating is supposed to be enjoyed.  God created food in countless varieties and textures and tastes, and created wonderfully gifted people to combine tastes and flavors into some of the most exquisite pure pleasure out there.  In Ecclesiastes Solomon admonishes,

“Go, eat your food with gladness, and drink your wine with a joyful heart, for it is now that God favors what you do.”  (Ecc 9:7)

“He (God) makes grass grow for the cattle, and plants for man to cultivate – bringing food from the earth: wine gladdens the heart of man, oil to make his face shine, and bread that sustains the heart.”  (Psalm 104:14-15)

Enjoying food like enjoying wine is not sinful, until, as in wine, one lets themselves become drunk.

There’s the line.  Wine is good, getting drunk is sinful.  Ephesians 5:18 emphatically declares,

“Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery.  Instead, be filled with the Spirit.”

1 Timothy 3:3 and Proverbs 31:4 both admonish elders and kings to not be drunk.

Think of the drunk mistakes in the Bible – Noah, after the flood, lying down naked and shameful for his sons to see.  Lot getting drunk and not realizing it was his own daughter’s improper advances.  Proves the ‘leads to debauchery’ right there.

Debauchery, per Bing, is unrestrained self indulgent immoral behavior.  (Trust me.  Or if you look it up, don’t do it when kids are around.  That word bings back a bunch of awful images.)

Dissipation, again, per Bing, is 1) overindulgence, in the pursuit of physical pleasures.  2) Wasteful use, squandering of resources. 3) Idle or frivolous amusement or diversion.

Synonyms to these words = orgy, bender, binge.

So, gluttony may not occur verbatim all that often, but debauchery and dissipations sure do.  And I believe they are the words that point to the same point –

As drinking wine is to drunk, so is eating food is to dissipation.  There’s a line when enjoyed (good) and enjoyed in excess (bad) is crossed and the act no longer pleases God.

Where’s the line?  Where’s the line between not drunk and drunk?  Exactly.  It’s gray and fuzzy and different for everyone. 

So I go back to alertness, mindfulness.  Eating and drinking and living on purpose, with His purpose and Glory in mind. 

I’ll share two more verses, both in the context of explaining the coming of End Times, when Jesus will return and our opportunities to be salt and light on this earth will be over.  Again, I refer to “Satan’s Seductive Lullaby post” – the time is short.  The day of salvation is near.  We don’t have time to be all bound up with the world and its distractions:

Jesus says, “Be careful, (be alert and on guard!) or your hearts will be weighed down with dissipation, drunkenness, and the anxieties of life, and that day will close on you unexpectedly like a trap.”  (Luke 21:34)

“So then, let us not be like the others, who are asleep, (Christians awakeasleep, dulled by the world) but let us be alert and self-controlled.  For those who sleep, sleep at night, and those who get drunk, get drunk at night.  Be since we belong to the day, let us be self-controlled, putting on faith and love as a breastplate, and the hope of salvation as a helmet.”  (1 Thessalonians 5:6-8)

So, be filled with the Spirit, till you are full.  Seek first the Kingdom of God.  It might be easier to write than to live out, as these old habits of riotous eating are so normal, so ingrained, breaking them would be like learning how to respond to food all over again.  But the key is I don't have to do alone, with my own vacillating will-power.  I don't even have to come at the habit head on, but retreat to my Maker, seeking Him, and allow Him to fill me full.

March 19th - God Wants Me to Wake up!!

Continuing on from yesterdays, http://zettelbear.blogspot.com/2013/03/march-18th-satans-seductive-lullaby.html...

Asleepawake… How do we wake up?

How does anyone awake from sleep? 

Sometimes it’s just naturally, I guess.  A dawning that rouses one from sleep.  Someone who has been lulled by Satan just having enough of that and gets back into the game, running the race.

But a lot of the time, it requires an Awakening, an Alarm.  Something startles and calls to action, threatens our wellbeing.  For example, someone who has been in the pattern of eating then escaping experiences chest pains, or has to dig out those pants that fit only after being pregnant…

Waking up like that is a reaction, not action.  I think God wants us to be in active states, furthering the kingdom on purpose. 

I heard on a Christian radio station one time an explanation of Exodus 32, the golden calf story, when the Lord tells Moses, “ ‘Now leave me alone so that my anger may burn against them and that I may destroy them.  Then I will make you into a great nation.’  But Moses sought the favor of the Lord his God…” and intercedes for Israel and the Lord does not destroy them.

Moses didn’t change God’s mind.  God doesn’t “change His mind.”  But God allowed the threat to Israel to rouse Moses into action. 

We can stay ON and not require such a threat to wake us up, or we can wait for the alarm to sound.

For me, the alarm was my son telling me he had been actually having a hard time at school.  I asked every day, how was school.  He said, fine.  I went on eating and escaping.  All the while, something was stewing under the surface.

If I had been ON, in prayer, mindful and alert, perhaps I would have seen the issue much sooner, or perhaps circumvented the issue altogether. 

I don’t know about you, but I don’t want my own food coma to be my excuse when Jesus asks me, Why didn’t you feed me when I was hungry? (Matthew 25:45 ad lib)

“ ‘Wake up, O sleeper, Rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.’  Be very careful, then, how you live – not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.  Therefore, do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord’s will is.  Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery.  Instead, be filled with the Spirit.”  (Ephesians 5:14-18)

I’ll post on wine and debauchery soon.  Here are a few more be alert and awake verses:

The wife of noble character… “She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.  She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night.  She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.”  (Proverbs 31: 17-18, 27)

“Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize?  Run in such a way as to get the prize.  Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training.  They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever.  Therefore I do not run like a man running aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air.  No, I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.”  (1 Corinthians 9:24-27)

“I went past the field of the sluggard, past the vineyard of the man who lacks judgment; thorns had come up everywhere, the ground was covered with weeds, and the stone wall was in ruins… (Oh this is convicting – as I slumber, my home, my children, my house and the weeds, no protection from onslaught…).  “I applied my heart to what I observed and learned a lesson from what I saw:  A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest, and poverty will come on you like a bandit and scarcity like an armed man.”  (Proverbs 24:30-34)

"No one serving as a soldier gets involved in civilian affairs - he wants to please his commanding officier." (1 Timothy 2:4)

"Let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.  Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith..."  (Hebrews 12:1-2)

March 18th - God Wants me to be Alert, not Entertained by Satan's Seductive Lullaby

How does God want me to eat? 

Alertly. 

Huh?

In the Bible, God gifts us with two options, enabling grace to power through the day He has made for us with His work on earth to accomplish, and His Rest.

Satan offers us a tempting, almost irresistible third state of living: awakeasleep, whereby he successfully lulls us into inactivity.  Unproductivity.  No more good to the Kingdom of God than a rock in the front yard.  Well, even less so, because the Bible says if we don’t, the rocks will sing His praises.

The food coma was (is) such an ingrained habit of my life I almost don’t recognize it, or notice it at all.  It’s just there.  Totally normal.  Unalien.  Unalarming.  Like the same wedding photo I’ve walked by for years, it doesn’t stand out.  It’s been there as long as I can remember.

You know what I’m talking about.  The sugar rush that plummets and then I need a nap.  The caffeine high that energizes then crashes so I need to take a mom “time-out.”  The overeating that leads to sluggishness of brain and body.  Eating in such a way that necessary idleness follows.

So then, where do I turn when the coma is descending?  Probably the TV, or a novel, for escape and entertainment.  I’m a reader and there are certain series I’ll turn to for my escape and literally, in the middle of those, I’ll look up at my baby who needs a diaper change and realize this is the first time I’ve seen her, actually SEEN her, all day.  Sure I’ve gone through motions, this isn’t the first change and she’s been fed.  But my brain and my heart are somewhere else altogether.

Or I used to be the person who had the VCR programmed just about every day for something, some series I was committed to watching.  I knew the characters in and out, had lines memorized, saved the good episodes to re-watch, found the spoiler alerts on the internet.  What an investment of my time, energy, and thoughts into fantasy!

Guilt overwhelms me when I wake up from my fiction slumber, having been wooed and courted by the enticing, fabricated world I put myself in, and actually SEE my kids.  They are growing up so fast, and I missed it, whatever part of that day or week or month I went through motions with them, awakeasleep, shortening up prayers at bedtime so I could get back to my show, or book.

Can you picture it?  Can you picture my head on a demon’s lap as he strokes my hair and hums Satan’s seductive lullaby, and I purr with contentment in my sluggard lethargy. 

Back to food, living in the pattern of gorge, then “rest”:  The devil wants me feel that unfulfilling fullness, to crave it desperately, to desire it zealously.  He wants me sluggish and inactive so I’ll run (haha, more like waddle) to the couch, flip on the TV and see more commercials, more seeds planted, images of good food that will “satisfy” me right back here tomorrow. 

And then a pattern is set.  Eat, escape, eat more, escape more, and all the while allowing “entertainment” to numb my mind until I am an Ineffective Christian.  Not a threat. Satan may as well leave me alone, I am doing just fine in my Snuggie with my remote.  (The absolute sidenote here is how much of the entertainment fills my head with thoughts that are absolutely against God’s Word on top of it all?)  My body is full, fat, lethargic, weak, heavy, incapacitated, without endurance.  My mind if filled with immorality and the world’s best pitches at unconditional love.  I’m not running a race.  I’m not even watching the race. 

So, back to square one, God wants me to be alert.  The opposite of awakeasleep, going through motions.  He wants my best. 

“Now it is hightime to awake out of sleep; for now our salvation is nearer than we first believed.  The night is far spent, the day is at hand.  Therefore, let us cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armor of light.  Let us walk properly, as in the day, not in revelry and drunkenness, not in lewdness and lust, not in strife and envy.  But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and more no provision for the flesh, to fulfill its lusts.”  (Romans 13:11-14 NKJV)

“Many live as enemies of the cross of Christ…”  (Pause: the Cross = “whoever wants to follow Me must deny himself, take up his cross, and follow Me”) “…Their destiny is destruction, their god is their stomach, and their glory is their shame.  Their mind is on earthly things.  But our citizenship is in heaven.  And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who by the power that enables Him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like His glorious body.”  (Philippians 3:18-21)

The flesh enjoys awakeasleep, it temporarily feels nice to indulge in food and then be whisked away from laundry/dishes/diapers.  But the Spirit wants us to be On, alert, and ready for the work He has for me.  The day of salvation is at hand.  We are and I am not to be living in this zombie state, satisfied with my own salvation, pampering my flesh on my journey towards Heaven. 

As my mom says, “Get to Heaven and take as many with you as you can.” 

Not that I need to start going door to door or whatever – but I’ve got these kids God has entrusted me with, and rather than worry about what Dr. Whoever is going to save tonight, (who am I kidding, I could care less about who he’s gonna save, I’m wondering who he’s gonna kiss) I need to be actively bringing them up in the ways of the Lord.  I cringe when I think my kids might look back at their childhood and remember mom with her Nook and not mom in prayer.

So the answer to the question, How does God want me to eat?  He wants me to fuel my body for THAT purpose - to eat properly to sustain energy; to exercise regularly to strengthen my body and increase my endurance; to enter into His rest, not wallow world’s rest – For His Glory and for the Furtherance of His Kingdom. 

March 15th - Halfway Point. But what's actually the point?

I want sugar very very much today.  My favorites: I want chocolate chip cookies.  First the dough, then a warm pliable melty one out of the oven, then cooled off, crispy with milk.  Probably more than one of each of the above. 

It would help my resolve to see a little inches backwards on the scale.  Apparently my fast from sugar doesn’t affect my caloric intake enough to mean anything.  Or it’s too soon.  Is Day 15 too soon?  It doesn’t feel too soon.

I’m amazed at how many “No’s” I’ve had to say throughout every day in the last 15, how available extra sugary treats are presented as easy options throughout a day.  I’ve really created a lifestyle where sugar is weaved into the fabric brilliantly, not just a subtle hue.

And I’m not just speaking of “desserts.”  I’m talking about a little extra sugar on my cereal (esp like Cheerios, they need some help.)  The glaze on the ham – yeah, that was an interesting night.  Grapefruit!  It’s just not the same with Truvia.

If I’m honest, though, I’d tell you I feel better.  I don’t feel sluggish and full all the time.  Now, my salty substitutes make the fat around my wedding ring do its own version of a muffin top (and bottom), but that is a different bloat then the sugar sludge. 

So I guess I’ll stay on the wagon, off the sugar.  Today would be the perfect, cold-fronty winter day to help the furnace heat the house by baking goodies. 

I need to turn the next 16 days around and make them mean something.  That I’m not just proving I can, but actually using the time to make a difference. Like while I was breast-feeding, I should have stuck to an exercise routine to just give myself a little boast while I was already at an advantage. 

Because if a month totally (well mostly) off sugar doesn’t mean something, then what is the point of resisting today? 

March 14th - God Wants Me to Eat Without Worry

How does God want me to eat?

Without stress.  When it comes to eating, I have a lot of stress.  Counting calories, watching portions, converting grams to ounces, gah!

Then there’s the other side.  The “I shouldn’t, but I’m gonna; but I shouldn’t, but I’m gonna…”  Guilt-filled, panicky, anxious, fearful, nervous stress.

Not how I’m destined by my Creator to relate to food. 

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear.  Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not much more valuable than they?”  (Matthew 6:25-27)

I think the key to this passage is trust.  Two-fold trust.  Trusting that my heavenly Father does actually love me more than a bird.  That I am much more valuable to Him than they.  If I understood the amazing love of God, would I turn to food to fill me, or would I already be satisfied?

Secondly, trusting that He is able to provide.  I can surrender my desires and my needs to Him and He will meet them.  Abundantly.  My Father owns all the cattle on the hill and I am His heir.  He can, He wants to, and He will. 

Eating out of spiritual deficit posts are coming.  The point today is:

”Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?”  (Matthew 6:28).