“Turning to the Most High instead of the next sugar high.”
Taste and see that the L is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.Fear the L, you his holy people, for those who fear him lack nothing.The lions may grow weak and hungry, but those who seek the L lack no good thing. (Psalm 34:8-10)
New Year, New Decade, New Start. I’ve always started off the new year stating I held the pencil to start writing my new chapters. I’ve come to realize though I may hold the pencil, it’s God who really guides my hand. It’s with this new realization that I embark on this new journey, in the hopes that as I rid myself of toxins and unhealthy habits and things, and instead turn to God, I will free myself from choosing stuff as a means to healing.
This mornings group question was/is: DAY 1 — Monday, January 6th, 2020
Today is day 1 of the 40-day sugar fast!
Did today’s short chapter make you think of your own sweet childhood? When did you learn to love sugar so much? Is it possible that your age-old love for a sweet sugar high has held you back from the Most High?
What’s your story?
It was never just sugar, but food in general that I’ve had a love/hate relationship my entire life. As a victim of child abuse,my childhood memories are not happy ones and they are very scattered. My first real memories of how food made me feel came in my teen years. As my love for food and drink grew, my weight became an issue. 3 pregnancies and an I don’t care attitude had me topped off at 201 pounds. I’ve spent the better part of 40 years with that said love/hate relationship not only with food, but with my scale and more importantly, myself.
My husbands unexpected death almost 39 months ago now, turned my world around. We were foodies, we loved to eat…to a fault. His death finds me living by myself for the first time in my life. And while I’ve acclimated to life as a widow/single for the most part, the one place I struggle with is eating. I can’t tell you how many times I tell myself I need to eat right and take better care of myself. Yet I find myself doing the same thing…a pot of coffee with my favorite creamer to start my day…then I’ll eat a salad and tell myself good job, only to pour a glass of wine later with a bowl of pretzels and then later on a big bowl of ice cream. That’s become a pretty consistent routine for me, my excuse being I don’t see the point if cooking for one person 😞
I’m a newly baptized Christian, and when this book and journey presented itself to me, I believe it’s an answered prayer that I’ve neglected to really pray for myself. As we enter 2020, I’m ready for transformation in all areas of my life.