I think about the verse “I can do everything through him who gives me strength” (Phil. 4:13), but do I really believe that? If I did, there is so much more I could be doing with my life. Perhaps this rather small task of shedding a few pounds would not be so daunting. To that end, the very thought of being all and doing all I am created to be is somewhat of a scary concept.
Being my worst enemy has meant that I have used food as vice. Some people look to drugs, alcohol, sex, money, or work for their comfort but over the past couple of years I have been seeking the ultimate relief in food. Facing a variety of obstacles in my life there remains only a couple of constants and one of these is fried tasty, sweet treats.
I have come to the realization that I want so much more. It may sound trivial to some people that have never been handicapped by anything. But for me, this is a problem. I am hopeful, and will continue to rely on God for my strength. For me to break this rather addictive battle with chips, cookies and donuts I have to first know I don’t need them.
All I need is God. Period. The end. And I need to fit into my size six jeans too.
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