My friend just underwent a double mastectomy. Her attitude was amazing, "I'm going to just focus on being as healthy as I can be now and getting ready for the reconstruction!"
Another dear friend is staring down that same surgery next month. Being a helpful sort, I shared my other friend's insight, "Just focus on being as healthy as you can, eat right, exercise. The better shape you are in before surgery makes for an easier recovery!"
As I was saying this, I thought, "Dang. That's just good advice. I should follow my own advice!!"
And my trainer said something that sort of hit home today, "You know, if it weren't for the cookie thing, we would be at a whole different level. You eat really healthy other than that."
Dang. I actually took some time to think about that. I hate it when he is right.
Ah, this crazy sugar addiction!!! Sometimes it feels like it is something over which I have no control. When I'm being painfully honest, sometimes, I really don't. And I don't know what to do. It's a crutch. A tasty, tasty crutch.
So I had a chat with God. He brought to my mind the recognition that when I started this weird and wonderful journey to good health that I didn't know what to do then, either, but I handed it all over to Him and asked for help. He sent me everyone and everything I needed.
He was just waiting for me to ask for help.
In asking God for help, I had to honestly look at myself and acknowledge that a part of me doesn't WANT help -a part of me is very okay with and finds comfort and protection and safety and calmness in carrying extra weight and bingeing on sugar.
So my plea wasn't just for help overcoming this issue, but to have the actual desire to overcome it completely and do whatever it takes to give it all over to God, keeping nothing back.
So that's my first tiny, honest step.
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