There is this ugly thing on my bathroom floor that causes me much stress and anxiety! You probably have one too. The bathroom scale can be a very beneficial tool, but in my life it causes me to stumble. The Bible tells us to get rid of such things, but the rest of my family won't let me. In my Quest for self control I find that the scale or rather weighing myself is an area where self control goes right out of the window. As I have shared previously I have given my stress eating sin to God. He has been so good in helping me to be strong these past weeks. But to my dismay as soon as I go a few days using self control in one area I find myself sinning in another. Losing weight is nice, but this time eating right is not about that. (It certainly is a nice side affect though) How can I possibly serve God to my fullest potential if I am always worn out, sore, tired, and grumpy from sugar highs and lows? Anyway, in the past when I have decided that it is time to lose weight I weigh myself constantly, and then I allow the numbers on the scale to decide how my day will be. If the numbers are lower I feel great about myself....cause it's all about me you know. If those numbers are the same or even worse, higher, I sulk and get angry and complain to God that he gave me a body with a low metabolism, and that it is not fair that I eat so much less than my skinny friends and can't lose the weight. I rely so heavily on the scale that I rarely stop to think about the fact that my body has so much more energy, that my brain sees things more clearly, and that I can face stress without losing it because my sugar levels are where they should be. When I am in this very selfish state I have tunnel vision on me and my wants. I think that I have lost weight over the past weeks, but I don't know for sure. I haven't stepped on that scale and with the Lord's help I will keep eating right to please Him.
Stress. Stupid things cause me stress. It amazes me how my body reacts when something comes up. Example. Someone who causes me stress calls; I take a deep breath and answer the phone, but a second later I find myself with my hand on the refrigerator door. I feel startled about being there because I didn't consciously decide that I wanted to eat or decide to even enter the kitchen. It is like a magic trick, now I'm in the living room and poof I magically appear in the kitchen. I have read my Bible and prayed more in the past weeks than I have in the past year put together. My life is not that stressful, but by making the decision to go to God and not the kitchen when stress does occur I have had to ask for help and search His word for answers. The cool thing is that the more time I spend in His word and praying the more time I want to spend. Chips and Ice cream bring instant gratification, but it lasts only as long as the flavor is still on my tongue. Once the flavor leaves the stress is still there. But if I go to God, He gives me answers. Whatever caused the stress may still be there, but He gives me the strength to deal with it. I love that He loves me. I love that He wants me to feel good. I love that He always picks me up when I fall. and I really love that no matter what stupid mistakes I make He will always open his arms to me and accept my apology.his love for us is amazing!!!!!
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