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I’m In a Pickle Jar, And God’s Unscrewing the Lid

30 Apr
Barney, Andy, Aunt Bee, and Opie in "The ...

Barney, Andy, Aunt Bee, and Opie in "The Pickle Story" (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I switched to a healthy eating regimen a few years back; and I still remember how exhilarated I was, as though I had been released from a mind control prison.  Energy returned to me, and my eyes and ears that had been dulled were sharper.  I was convinced that I had actually been in the captivity of my flesh, and it felt amazing to be free.

Here I sit in that same prison, but it’s worse this time.  I’m aware that I’ve been entrapped by the things I routinely put in my mouth.  In other words, I know how to get out.  So why don’t I?

Television is actually much like food for me in that it’s a mild addiction.  I can get caught up in the absolutely time-wasting activity of watching what Stephen King refers to as a “glass teat” in his book On Writing.  Every weekday morning I’m watching all the early episodes of The Andy Griffith Show, when Opie was a kindergartener.  And I don’t like to miss Columbo on Sunday nights or Monk on Fridays – and there’s more.  If you put together all those hours I waste in front of the television, I could have written the book series I dream of by now.

I’m tired of being comfortable with my complacency.  I want to be a better example to the little ones, too.  Life is so much better when I eat right and have a sense of health and well-being pumping through my body as a result of adequate exercise.  I feel like such an idiot, and rightly so.  Because what I wish for isn’t some lofty thing out of my reach, like getting to witness to Mel Gibson face-to-face.  I simply want to do the very best I can with this life and this body God gave me.

Again I ask:  So why don’t I?

It just came to me that focusing on these issues daily in fervent prayer will be the catalyst to turn all of this around.  I’ll do it, and I’m pretty excited about unexpectedly receiving this answer from the Lord.  And earlier today I had the idea that when I do start exercising, I could pray for friends I know who also need to get in shape for the sake of their health.  This makes so much sense.  It takes prayer to crucify the flesh and be free of its relentless demands.  Duh!  It’s a spiritual battle!

And all this time I thought it was about me acting stupid.

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Not Caring is Like Falling Off a Log

29 Apr

My goal: Get back to glowing health.

Not caring is so easy. For instance, if I don’t really care that I’m overweight, I don’t have to go through all the bother, sweat, and sacrifice to lose weight.  However, I believe I do care; but apparently not enough to get started today or even first thing tomorrow with a proper diet and fat-burning exercises.

I was asking myself what in life I truly don’t mind bothering about.  What would I go to any lengths to do?  And I was relieved to discover that I had an answer.  There is one thing I will always go out of my way to do, and that is to ensure that my heart is free and open for communication with God.

So while I think I may get heavenly kudos for caring about my relationship with God above all else, I’m starting as of now to pray desperately for help in desiring to be fit.  I need the kind of desire that motivates me to take action.

I’ve posted a photo of me when I was at my top physical shape, and I don’t believe I’ve ever looked better in my life.  That has sparked a bit of motivation to lose weight.  And then some female friends from the neighborhood I grew up in contacted me recently, wanting to get together.  I don’t want them to see me like this; in my opinion, I look like a hot mess, in a bad way.

It’s time to rouse myself with daily pep talks about establishing new eating and exercising habits.  Before it happens, God’s going to have to answer my prayer and inject me with a mind that sincerely gives a care.

 

Buying Fat Pants: Big Mistake or Outright Sin?

18 Mar

Finally broke down and bought some pants and shirts that fit my new size, and it was glorious.  But now I’m so comfortable in my clothes, I’ve lost a huge motivation to lose weight.  My health really depends on my dropping pounds.  I got to wondering if it’s a sin that I continue to choose comfort over the sacrifice of doing what’s right.

Actually, it struck me that I am sinning big time by expanding into a bigger size of pants instead of trimming down.  The heart of the issue is that indulging the flesh means more to me than presenting my body to God as a living sacrifice.

Christianity as God intended it involves sacrifice, and I’ve been forgetting that.

I don’t go around struggling with “bigger” sins such as sexual immorality, but I do walk in the flesh rather than the spirit as regards eating and lack of exercise.

The Bible has a lot to say about this topic.  Are you familiar with the huge struggle to do right that is expressed by Paul in Romans 7:14-25?  He longs to do right but continues to do wrong.

Then the good news in verse 8:1 of Romans is that we are not under condemnation, in spite of our weaknesses, if we belong to Jesus Christ.

But I do feel guilty when I read the verses which talk about being set free from the flesh.  It’s like I’m sitting in a prison with bars made of chocolate, and the door is open.  The only thing stopping me from stepping out of this bondage to my fleshly desires is me.  I sit there lacking the resolve to resist the flesh.

My Bible study on this served as a reminder that if I feed the Spirit instead of the flesh, the Spirit grows stronger; and vice versa.  Truthfully, as I’ve been diving into ministry-related activity more and more, I’ve been eating less and less.  So the principle is proving true, even though I haven’t developed an exercise routine.

One thing I did today was drive on the nice hiking/biking trail behind our soon-to-be new home.  If you go to the end, the entire route is 1 mile.  I already envision myself walking there in the cool of the morning five days a week.  I can push Aubrie in the stroller, and Logan will be on the bus headed to school.

Developing these new habits of engaging in more prayer and Bible-reading as well as putting exercise on my daily schedule is all it will probably take to make these new fat pants fall right off of me.

I really would appreciate others’ insights as to whether it’s merely a big mistake or something that seriously separates me from God, this complacency about being overweight.   Please share if you have confidence about your spiritual understanding on this topic, based on scripture.  All related opinions are welcome.

Breaking Up With Frosted Cookies

4 Mar

Augustine had it right when he said, back in about the year 400:

“Thou madest us for thyself, and our heart is restless, until it repose in thee.”

God has stilled the awful restlessness in me and filled the emptiness that previously made my life so hollow.  But now I have a new struggle.  In striving for the fulfillment of dreams, what I’m really trying to do is realize the potential God has placed in me.

All of us have amazing potential, and I’m no different.  What holds you back?

For me the biggest barrier to success is an unhealthy lifestyle in the area of eating too much and not exercising enough.  I’m frustrated about my lack of motivation to control my appetite.  What’s really happening is that I’m allowing my appetite to control me. How sad is that?  I have all the freedom and potential in the world and I let myself be pushed around by a desire to taste food.

I know I’m not alone.  A lot of people have a food addiction, just like me.  Mine isn’t as severe as others.  For instance, I don’t get up at night and eat.  I simply make wrong choices and sit in my computer chair far more than I should.

If you’re reading this and you’re a praying person, please don’t consider it a waste of your energy to pray for me to get control of my appetite.  There’s an impact on the world that won’t be made if I don’t find a way to be free of all that hinders my journey with God.  (The same is true of everyone.)

I’m going to let you in on a secret that my kids know all too well.  Whenever I let the idea of romance enter into my heart, my response is to lose weight.  As if the romancing of God that’s very real to me isn’t enough!  No man with flesh on is a awesome as almighty God.  I mean, I’ve been divorced for many happy years, and God has proven to be a faithful husband.  When I need encouragement, it comes from somewhere every time.  Just the words I need are spoken by someone’s lips or written in some book.  And God finds a way to make sure I hear or see it.

God is enough, and it’s a real shame that I live as though he isn’t.

Me February 2012 with my youngest grandson.