Honestly, it’s like I can’t go five minutes without my stomach growling at me to fill it with some kind of food … ANY kind of food … even celery … if that’s all that’s in the fridge. I am unable to think of much of anything but food. This is hard. I’m not dreaming of sugar or chocolate … just FOOD. I had no idea this was one of the stages. I’m not starving; I’m not fixating on sweets; I’m not really hungry; I’m just being reminded that my stomach is there and not at all happy with the status quo.
How do I turn off this angry organ’s insistence that I am to attend to its every rumble and grumble? I don’t know. The scales tell me nothing has improved; I must be in the throes of denial that fasting will work; I have only just begun this quest to give up sugar and chocolate; The chocolate seems to be easier than the sugar; sugar seems to be embedded in every single food; knowing that has me in a panic! I think I’m fearing I’ll never be able to eat what I like again!
Protein seems to be one of the answers; I know lean meat, fish, poultry, eggs, milk, low-fat yogurt, cheese, kidney beans, low-fat cottage cheese, lentils, nuts, vegetables, and peanut or almond butter can give me what I need in the form of protein, and should fill me up and satisfy that grumpy growly organ of mine. Sooo … it looks like I need to seriously take a look inside my refrigerator and cabinets and throw out what I don’t need, keep what I can eat, then make a grocery list and go shopping!
Am I ready to do all this? Am I committed?
Am I strong enough to see it through?
Dear Lord, I am weak but YOU are STRONG.
There is an old hymn that says it better than I ever could. I didn’t know the author was unknown. Thank You Lord, for being there right by my side. I want, I need a closer walk with Thee. Amen
Just a Closer Walk With Thee
I am weak but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong;
I’ll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
Thro’ this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee. [Refrain]
When my feeble life is o’er,
Time for me will be no more;
Guide me gently, safely o’er
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore. [Refrain]