While I visited the sunny state of California, I told myself
that I was on vacation and was thus deserving of sumptuous delights. This allowed
me to scarf down that cinnamon raisin brioche French toast with warmed orange
marmalade that I talked about in my last posting. Frozen yogurt is slightly
better than its ice cream counterpart, but chocolate mixed with caramel yogurt
complete with brownie nuggets, cookie crumbles and peanut butter chunks is
probably not a key ingredient for most diet situations. The syrup poured
throughout shaved ice is generally overflowing with sugar. Whenever I cross the
threshold of a buffet, I feel it necessary to get my money’s worth. This logically
makes no sense, but just try convincing my right hand as it clutches silverware
laden with food.
Getting back to Illinois has not helped my waistline. Today
I was fortunate enough to attend a women’s retreat at my church. Once again
food was aplenty. We tease that potlucks are part of what Lutherans represent.
To make matters harder for even the most stringent dieter, triple chocolate
brownies covered the dessert table. I don’t want to even consider how many
weight watcher points reside in each delectable delight.
My resolve must harden. I’m not proud of my limited success.
I’m placing this on my blog as a means of accountability. My daughter once told
me that our bodies were sculpted in the likeness of God. He wants us to care
for our frames. I need to shed the padding that covers my bones. Say a prayer
or two or eight for some scale success. I need all the help that I can get.
God Uses My Pain to Prove that Life is Good:
- I have a blog with readers who will hold me accountable
about my weight to help me have a life that is good.
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