My Idol

No, this isn't a post about a sports star or the American Idol.  It's not a post about the most influential person in my life.

It's a post about the one true idol in my life:

Food.

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I worship at the throne of chocolate chip cookies.  Donuts.  Ice cream.  Beer bread.  Pasta.  Papa Foti's pizza.  Etc.

It controls my life.

There have been times when Brian has pointed this out to me:  I'm explaining how I'm really upset about x,y,z etc etc and instantly I reach for cookies, or my hand makes it's way to the freezer for a big bowl of cookies and cream goodness.  (Because don't all meaningful conversations start in the kitchen?)

Today I was at the Doctor for this stomach issue I've been having and I'm reading Health Magazine and getting CHOKED UP because I've just stepped on the scale and now this magazine is telling me what I don't want to hear: I need to cut out sugar.  Cut out fat.  And be honest with myself if I'm going to live long enough to see my boys grow up.

I know what you're thinking as you're reading this, "But you're not FAT, Leah."  You're right, I'm not.  Not when you compare me to hundreds of thousands of Americans that struggle with their weight every day.  But I've seen friends and family that weren't FAT and they had cancer.  They weren't FAT, but they had a heart attack.  I don't want to measure myself with a number on the scale.  I want to measure myself by the "life" in my life. 

And right now I don't feel that great.

So this is the first small step in my journey to feeling better.  To losing a few pounds of "baby" weight that have hung on while my baby is 7.5 months old.  To eating less ice cream and more salad.  To eating more bananas and less brownies.

I'm going to stop worshipping at the throne of Jolly Pirate and Breyers.

Only by His grace.

2 Cor 12:9
 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.