I have comforted myself with food for as long as I can remember.
It’s like one of those “acceptable sins.” I mean, it’s not like I’m hurting anyone, right? Wrong. When eating becomes unrestrained, there is a problem. And that is MY problem. Or at least it used to be. I’m much better now, but I don’t know if I’ll ever be 100% cured. Those roots go deep!
Chocolate -or any food- is not to blame here. God gave us food and taste buds so that we could enjoy the pleasure of it. It is the condition of our heart and our mindset about food that gets us into trouble. I remember feeling utterly and completely defeated by emotional eating.
I would eat pizza, ice cream, sugary coffees, and entire packages of dark chocolate
I would eat pizza, ice cream, sugary coffees, and entire packages of dark chocolate until the point that I had heart burn so badly I wanted to vomit. I vividly remember stuffing it in my face and thinking, “I don’t even want this.” I envisioned my body being possessed by my stomach. I had lost control. I became a slave to my stomach and my entire body took a beating for it.
Why not splurge? You deserve it.
You might be thinking, “Why not splurge? You deserve it.” Or, “Life is short. Eat dessert first.” While that might make a great meme, it’s a terrible philosophy. I could work that meme all day, justifying what I ate when I was sad, happy, angry, stressed, busy or even just because it was a Tuesday.
If I’m being honest, I relied on food instead of God.
Instead of running to Him, I ran to the pantry. I realized that I was believing a LIE, that a grande peppermint mocha would actually help me have that difficult conversation or finish that challenging project. My thoughts were so tangled and confused. I don’t know what changed in me… I can only give the Holy Spirit credit. But I asked God to change my thoughts. I asked him to help me think differently and to take the power away from food. I remember the very moment, standing in the middle of the kitchen. It was my final act of desperation.
I asked God to change my thoughts
After that, I continued to work the process I had been following with my coach. I wasn’t doing it perfectly, but I just keep plugging away the best I could, until one day, I realized… my thoughts HAD changed! My stomach didn’t have control over me anymore. I was SET FREE!! At that moment, I realized that it is not possible to separate the spiritual from the rest of the health and wellness journey. It all begins with centering the heart. I like to call it, “wholehearted living.”
The process of getting healthy is about so much more than a number on the scale. The scale cannot tell you how much confidence you’ve gained, your level of energy, self-control or COURAGE. The journey must start with re-calibrating the soul. That’s how you make yourself want to change. If you get that right, the rest comes naturally.