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January 31, 2013

Day 387: Sick And Fried

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One of the worst places to get sick… is on vacation.

And one of the worst reasons to get sick on vacation is cause you ate something not-so-good for you.

And how do I know this? Experience, my friends. Personal and recent experience.

We went to the Bubba Gump Shrimp restaurant one day during our workcation in Anaheim (we chose it mainly because I still wasn’t eating meat and because it was close… not sure I would have chosen this on any normal day). We were so hungry that we decided to really get a lot of food…

Yeahhhhhh, that was not such a good idea.

Fried calamari.
Crab and Shrimp Bisque.
Fish and Chips.

On top of this, I’d had pretty much zero water all day so I think I was a little dehydrated. Regardless, I stopped eating my fish. And about five minutes later I had to run to the restroom to do a little “praying” to the toilet gods while my husband waited for me outside. He then had to pretty much support me on the walk home and then I had to speed up our visit to the 7-Eleven for some gatorades.

Once we got back to the hotel, I still felt icky so I just collapsed into bed.

And had a bit of a “Come To Jesus” about fried foods.

Now remember, I’m not a nutritionist. In fact, the “science” of nutrition is almost entirely ignored by me. It just changes so frequently. (e.g. Eggs were terrible for you,then they were good for you. Avocados were fattening and now they are necessary. Baked potato peels were of the devil and now they are crucial.) So, I’m not going to be able to delineate for you WHY nutritionists say that fried food is bad for you, but I do know that eating a lot of fried foods makes me sick. And if it makes me sick, then it’s probably not good for me.

Cause yeah, this is not the first time that fried food has made me sick.

Fried chicken (like as in KFC kind)… I lovvvvve it. But it makes me siiiiiiiiiick.
Fish and chips… lovvvvvvvve it. But it makes me siiiiiiiick.
Fish tempura… lovvvvvvve it. But, yep, you guessed it… it makes me siiiiiiick.

I think it must be the super greasy type of stuff.

But, ya know… I’m kind of amazed that it has taken me so many times of being sick to accept the fact that it’s just not for me. So weird to think that I would allow my tastebuds to override my stomach. It’s like the mental connector dealies that are connected to my tastebuds must be much stronger than the connectors that work with my stomach.

I know that I reference the verse a lot, but I think about the verse in Proverbs 26:11 that says a dog that returns to its vomit is like a person who repeats something stupid or foolish…

…like, ya know, getting sick everytime you eat something insanely greasy and then… eating stuff that is insanely greasy again. It’s like the famous Forrest Gump phrase, “Stupid is as stupid does.”

And I know that the Law that God made regarding food was in our best interest; however, it doesn’t say anywhere “Thou shalt not eat greasy chicken from KFC”. But I was just reading this verse and I think it relates here:

Hold on to the pattern of wholesome teaching you learned from me—a pattern shaped by the faith and love that you have in Christ Jesus. 2 Timothy 1:13

So even though I know that the Bible never explicitly forbids fried chicken, I do know that the Bible tells me to honor my body, to run from sin, to throw off anything that holds me back. And if I am to “hold on to the pattern of this wholesome teaching” then the pattern would tell me that if fried chicken is hurting my body (my temple) to do away with it.

The same with gluttony. with sugar. with not sleeping well. with inactivity.

I don’t like saying all these things to myself because it convicts me and then I know that I am required to change. But, I know that the “changed me” several months down the road will be very proud of the “eats fried foods me” that is looking to change.

January 29, 2013

Day 385: Back In The Promised Land

Well, Texas, that is. I’m back in Texas. Which… to me, if you’re gonna live in America… Texas is the promised land. Yep… I love me some Lone Star State. (But don’t get me wrong, if I ever get a chance to live in like Costa Rica or something… I’m totally gonna bail on Tejas and go soak up some rays on the beach.)

AN.Y.WAY.

You might have not even known that I was gone, but I have been in Anaheim, California for the past week with my husband at the 2013 NAMM Show doing demos for his product, Chord Dice. It was an awesome, awesome, awesome week, and dare I say, completely exhausting. This is one reason why I have not posted… I would literally come in from dinner every evening (the show closed at 6pm every day and we’d usually sit down to dinner around 8pm) after standing from 8am-6pm nonstop, and I would wash my face, brush my teeth, change my clothes, and then fall asleep before my head even hit the pillow. (I actually did fall asleep at dinner one night!)

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The other reason I didn’t post was because the WiFi in our hotel was abysmal and I guess since there were, literally, thousands of people staying right there in that convention center area of Anaheim all the 3G data was being evenly distributed between all of us… cause even my iPhone would take forever to load stuff.

But I did work on some posts on my new little laptop that my brother got me for a Christmas/Birthday gift so there is some coming.

What I wanted to share right now, very quickly is this… for the first time in over a year, on my celebration day…

I had a steak.
I had chocolate dessert.
I had a glass of red merlot.

And it was not all that I had imagined I was missing all this time. Don’t get me wrong, it was good. It was very good. But it was no where near as good as the joy of God has been this past year. It was no where near as good as fitting into a size 8 day after day after day. It was no where near as good as not having to fight with a plate of brownies or a bag of Oreos or a tube of Pringles.

So, right now… right before I run to pick up my son from pre-school, I want you to know that if you are considering covenanting from something that is a stronghold in your life… do it. That thing that has such an amazing hold on you… it’s no where near as important or good or necessary as you think it is. And the only reason I know this is because for a year, I didN’T have what I thought was important and good and necessary and I just DID have it and nothing about my life changed or was infinitely better.

Whatever that “thing” is in your life that is holding on to you… don’t let the enemy trick you into thinking that it’s so awesome that you can’t give it up with the help of Jesus.

You can.
You should.
You must.

Allow God to take you somewhere new.
Allow God to take you to the REAL promised land.

And I’m not talking about Texas this time.

January 22, 2013

Day 378: Pardon My Pity

Soooooo, I feel sorta like I should apologize for publicly sharing my pity party the other night.

And part of me feels like it is just what I should have published.

I guess I feel sorry because I was being negative and, seriously, who really needs negativity these days? And the part of me that is like “No, it was right” thinks that because I was being honest and real… and sometimes we just need to know that someone else is feeling that way as well.

But, I’m happy to report that “weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning.” Psalm 30:5

Cause I woke up this morning and everything was… okay. Not amazing, but okay. I mean, after all, I still had the same muffin top that I’d had the night before, but there was just renewed perspective and hope this morning.

I went to church and that really sent me on the right path… it was so nice just to be around people who care so little about my muffin top and to have the whole morning be about how much God loves us in any state that we are in.

Then I came home, got my boys to nap and “room time” and… wait for it… I took a nap myself. I was exhausted from being up all night having my pity party and then having to finish up my lesson for this morning. And… well, I’ve been really exploring the concept of honoring the sabbath. Ya know, it’s like… a commandment and all. I just recently wrote this post about it on a blog that I guest post for.

And can I just say that as I write this (on Sunday evening) that the weather is actually nice enough for us to be outside, and my two sons are playing NICELY with each other on the slide… it’s kind of idyllic. I mean… what is a muffin top when compared to this? I’m just feeling extremely content and definitely refocused today.

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There is definitely some learning that came out of my pity party last night though:

  1. It has been a while since I have been royally depressed like that about my weight/size. I attribute this a lot to having tossed the scale on Day 118 a long time ago… one of the best decisions that I have made during this whole experience.
  2. It also may have been the little kick in the emotional rear-end for me to get rid of a couple more strongholds: e.g. honey. I think I’ll write about honey later, because it’s a tricky little guy, but anyway… honey is on the outsies with me right now.
  3. I can be a little teensy weensy over dramatic sometimes. Cause, honestly, I went in this afternoon and tried on my trade-show pants (which I hadn’t tried on since Day 363 right after I stopped eating bread for the year) and they fit pretty dern good. No, they weren’t exactly the same as they were in June but I had relatively no muffin top. But I sent myself on this tear last night about my pants not fitting when it wasn’t even the case!!!

But all in all, I am reminded even now about a verse that has been coming to mind a lot… such a simple verse. a verse that most of us have heard a gazillion times and so oftentimes we sorta zone it out and nod our heads like good Christians. But, let’s take a moment to pay a smidge more attention to it today…

Be still, and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10

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Nice, isn’t it? Being told to just be still. Being told to stop worrying. Being told that Someone Else has it all under control?

I can be still because God will help me work through any issues with my weight.
I can be still because God will help me work through any issues with eating honey.
I can be still because God will help me work through any issues with overdramatics.

I can be still because I know that He is God.

January 20, 2013

Day 376: Ugh.

(Writing this on Saturday night.)

I should be working on my lesson for tomorrow that I’m to teach to the middle school youth on evangelism.
I should try to avoid putting in titles that are depressing and lame like the word “ugh”.
I should be in bed sleeping (it’s 11:10pm).
I should get up and get myself a drink of water.
I should stop being overdramatic.

Buuuuuuuuuuuut, I’m not. Not gonna do any shoulds right now.

Cause I’m having a pity party.

Why? Cause I got all freaked out that I’m not going to be able to wear the clothes that I wore last year to my husband’s trade show because I have this little muffin top when I wear the pants. Sooooo, I went to Ross and Target looking for… I dunno. Looking for something. And well, everything looked HIDEOUS on me. And I said “You look FAT” to myself about 87 times.

And then I gave back everything that I tried on at Target and went to go get a few groceries for tomorrow and I have to walk past this.

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I mean… seriously?!?!? I was angry that the stuff even exists! Ha – like I said… pity. party.

But… well, I guess there is one silver lining here. I didn’t buy any donuts. or chocolate peanut butter cups. or ice cream. or chips. or cookies. or cakes. I said to myself, “You know those won’t fix anything” and I just moved on. Well, I took a picture of them and moved on.

And before this covenant, I woulda gotten some of these AND some ice cream AND some chocolate peanut butter cups AND probably some cookie dough just in case. But God has shown me over the past year that these things do not satisfy. They do not fulfill. They do not comfort. So, to look back and “see” myself just walking away from all this stuff is a huge blessing for me. It’s actually an answered prayer. It’s evidence that God has worked in me.

BUT.

Of course, there had to be a but. It’s a pity party post, remember?

Ya know what I found myself doing tonight?

Ugh. If my husband had just let me order a t-shirt too then I wouldn’t be worried about all this.
Ugh. If my husband had done the dishes for me then I’d be a lot less stressed out.
Ugh. If I just knew how to play an instrument then I could vent out my frustrations.
Ugh. If I had a book that I was reading then I could just pick it up right now and get lost in it.
Ugh. If I had never agreed to teach tomorrow then I could just take some benadryl and go to sleep.

Ya know what I found myself NOT doing tonight?

Sigh. Praying and thanking God for all that He’s done this year really put me back on the right track.
Sigh. Reading through Psalms just now made me feel so much more appreciative.
Sigh. Meditating on what God is: lovable, compassionate, kind, patient, powerful, faithful… really refreshed my spirit.

Nope. Because I was searching for fulfillment somewhere else. It may have not been food, but it was the exact same process. I mean, at least here, on this blog, I was able to come full circle and realize that. I think even just confessing it is a good step in the right direction. And right now I find myself thinking, “Oh I’m so glad that church is tomorrow. I just need someone else to pour some spirit refreshing words into my soul.”

But, in the meantime, I think I’m going to lay down, close my eyes, and at least do one of those “sighs” from above and mediate on what God is.

January 19, 2013

Recipe: Semi-Vegetarian Chickenless Pioneer Woman Chicken Spaghetti

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Okay, no laughing at my title. I had trouble naming this stuff!

The hubs and I have been really eating pretty light lately… well, more like rabbits, lot’s of healthy type stuff involving kale, parsley, and cilantro. He’s trying to slowly transition some of our meals into juicing (we’ll see how that works, neither of us are terribly keen on cleaning the juicer cause it takes forever, so that tends to thwart our motivation at times).

Anyway, I was just fixated on Chicken Spaghetti today (or, as we used to call it at church camp, Chicky-La-La). But, not eating meat again this year sorta gets in the way for having CHICKEN spaghetti. But then I started thinking about how many recipes I have “converted” from omnivore recipes to vegetarian (or at least semi-vegetarian… meaning there might be some animal product in there somewhere), and why not Chicken Spaghetti.

So, I searched for a recipe that used cream of chicken (cause, remember, I’m not a good healthy cook quite yet) and lo and behold when this recipe popped up from The Pioneer Woman, I took heed! So, I did almost exactly what she does only I switched out her chicken for mushrooms and black beans. But, really… look at her version, she has all these beautiful pictures of her chopping everything and laying everything out, etc. It was quite helpful to me (the amateur).

My husband was a BIG fan. As in… go back for seconds… twice. So, here we go…

Semi-Vegetarian Chickenless Pioneer Woman Chicken Spaghetti

  • 1 can Black Beans, rinsed
  • 5 Mushrooms, chopped into chunks
  • 3 cups Dry Spaghetti, Broken Into Two Inch Pieces
  • 2 cans Cream Of Chicken
  • 2 cups Shredded Colby Jack Cheese
  • 1/4 cup Finely Diced Green Pepper (this was a little more than 1/4 of a large bell pepper)
  • 1/4 cup Finely Diced Onion (I used frozen… wait, no, I just realized that I entirely forgot it!)
  • 1 jar (4 Ounce) Diced Pimentos, Drained
  • 2 cups Reserved Chicken Broth From Pot (I used a chicken bouillon cube in the water I cooked the spaghetti in)
  • 1 teaspoon Lawry’s Seasoned Salt
  • 1/8 teaspoon (to 1/4 Teaspoon) Cayenne Pepper OR 10 dashes of Frank’s RedHot Cayenne Pepper Sauce
  • Salt And Pepper, to taste
  • 1 cup Additional Shredded Colby Jack Cheese
Instructions

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
  2. Cook spaghetti, in water with a chicken bouillon cube, until al dente. Do not overcook. Reserve 2 cups of “broth” before draining.
  3. If desired, saute mushrooms in some olive oil for a few minutes until a little tender.
  4. In a large bowl, combine black beans, mushrooms, cream of chicken, colby jack cheese, green pepper, onion (if you remember), and pimentos and stir just until mixed.
  5. When spaghetti is cooked, stir it into the mixture.
  6. Add seasoned salt and pepper sauce (or cayenne pepper) and 1 1/2 cups of reserved “broth” to the mixture and stir until combined.
  7. Place mixture into a casserole dish (I sprayed mine just to be sure) and cover with remaining cup of shredded cheese.
  8. Bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes until bubbly. (The Pioneer Woman suggests that if the cheese starts getting too cooked to cover it with foil).

She also mentions that you can cover and freeze up to six months, or cover and refrigerate up to two days! So, to my friends that are due with a baby in a couple of months… plan on having Semi-Vegetarian Chickenless Pioneer Woman Chicken Spaghetti for your meal!

January 18, 2013

Day 374: Facebook Follies

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I deleted my facebook app… yep… again.

The other day when it snowed (again) here in Texas, I was on my phone constantly… updating, uploading, reading, commenting, etc. and I realized that by like 11:00am my phone’s battery was already down to 34%!!!

Then last night I went to a bible study on prayer and one of the ladies mentioned that she just got off of facebook because of the inordinate amount of time that she was spending on it. The leader then read a quote that was something along the lines of: technology is stealing our time away from personal time with God.

It’s hard to ignore things like that. So I just… deleted the app. I figured, let’s see where that takes me. I have another little app that allows me to post things (like pics of my kids and whatnot) without actually getting on facebook, so I don’t have to be completely disconnected from it… yet. But I think I’m going to just get to the point where I’ll post stuff and then I can check it once at night for like five minutes.

Annnnnnnnd, how is this related to my covenant diet?

Well, in a way, it’s related more so to a covenant life… and today, just having that app off of my phone… I was a better wife, a better mom, a better me. There wasn’t so much distraction… there wasn’t so much of me thinking about what other people were thinking… and every time I opened up my phone to get on facebook, and that app wasn’t there, I was just reminded that there is so much frivolous stuff in my life that keeps me from my full potential. The full potential that God has for me.

And, honestly, I think we all have something like a facebook-type-distraction in our life. It might not actually be facebook itself, but it’s something that steals from our focus on Him…

blogs.
working out.
work.
friends.
dare I say it… church.
twitter.
shopping.
food.
housekeeping.

I mean… seriously, I could make a mamma-jamma of a list here. And the hard part about this is that most of those things aren’t inherently “bad”. I mean, working out? Not “bad”. Food, not “bad”. Work, haha, for a lot of people not only is it not bad but necessary! But I know that so often I say to myself or to others, “Well, I just don’t have time to devote to prayer.” But really… really. I have time. I just put other stuff in there and then say I don’t have time. And sometimes, just like I had to do with sugar, I just have to cut that “thing” out of my life, or at least cut down on it a lot.

When I think about it, I just don’t want to watch my life played back for me in Heaven as I sit next to Christ and see how many hoursssssss I spent on facebook being played before me compared to how many minutes I spent communicating with God. meditating on God. acting for God’s glory. reading God’s Word.

If all it takes is deleting an app and limiting myself to five minutes a day and replacing it with Him, well… I know that I can do that. This past year of finding the power of God within me has shown me that. With God… all things are possible (Mark 10:27). Even cutting down on my facebook time! Ha!

January 16, 2013

Recipe: Pepper Sautéed Kale & Veggies Quinoa Bowl

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Well, I wanted to make frozen stir-fry tonight (because it’s easy), but my husband has officially turned his nose up to frozen stir-fry. (His parents recently brought us Pei-Wei for dinner and, well, it has ruined him… he only wants the good stuff.)

So, I decided to get cuh.raz.y. tonight and try to make something with the huge load of kale he bought at Market Street the other day.

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And this is what resulted. (My original inspiration came from this recipe at VegWeb… which is a nifty little vegetarian site.)

Pepper Sautéed Kale & Veggies Quinoa Bowl

  • 2 Tbsp olive oil
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1/2 cup frozen onions
  • 1/4 cup of water
  • 1 bunch of kale, chopped (I used three big “stalks” of the stuff and one little one… I will probably double or even triple that next time for more kale action)
  • 1/2 red bell pepper, chopped into chunks
  • 1/2 cup frozen corn
  • 2-3 mushrooms, chopped into chunks
  • 1 small tomato, diced OR 1 can fire roasted diced tomatoes, drained in the colander
  • 1 can red kidney beans (black or butter beans would work as well, I think)
  • 1/8 tsp ground cumin (more or less depending upon your taste preferences)
  • 9-10 “shakes” of Frank’s RedHot Cayenne Pepper Sauce (this stuff is uh.maz.ing. I discovered it with this recipe for Black Bean Soup which is now my absolute favorite thing in the world to make, plus my husband loves it!)
  • 1 cup of quinoa… cook it according to the package directions
  • feta, optional (we put feta on ev.er.y.thing. but I bet any shredded cheese would be good too, or none at all!)

Instructions:

  1. If you haven’t already chopped your veggies, do that first… chop: the kale, red bell pepper, mushrooms, and tomato.
  2. If you haven’t already cooked the quinoa, get that started as well.
  3. Get some water boiling, cause you are going to boil the kale in just a minute.
  4. Heat up a large skillet to medium-high and pour the oil in. Saute the garlic and onions until tender.
  5. Add in the bell pepper, mushrooms, corn, and water. Saute until tender-firm.
  6. While the veggies are sauteing, boil the kale for three minutes and then drain in a colander.
  7. When the kale is finished and drained, add it as well as the tomato and beans and stir it all together.
  8. Sprinkle the cumin on as well as the Frank’s hot sauce and stir. Let it cook for two or three minutes.
  9. While the seasoning cooks in, place the quinoa in the bottom of the bowl, and then spoon in the sauteed veggie mixture.
  10. Sprinkle with feta, if desired, and enjoy!

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January 16, 2013

Day 372: Cathartic Cookie Dough

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Ya know when you hit rock bottom?

Like, take Lindsey Lohan’s rock bottom for example… well, sweet dear… she has had many, many rock bottoms. But, I can’t raz on her too much… I’ve had many, many rock bottoms myself. Fortunately there is not a media chain that is terribly interested in recounting every single mistake that I’ve ever made. And while we’re at it… let’s say a prayer for her. I mean, anyone that is pursuing their own personal destruction so readily must be so sad and empty inside. And she can’t escape the eyes scrutinizing her. I truly feel for her.

But anyway, the experience of hitting rock bottom is… beautiful and terrible… both at the same time.

And I mean the true rock bottom. Like, all of my other “rock bottoms” (e.g. eating an entire bag of chocolate chip cookies from Albertsons, eating an entire bag of Sam’s Choice peanut butter cups, eating an entire bag of Cool Ranch Doritos)… those were just “rock middles”. I just thought they were rock bottom.

But my rock bottom was when I truly felt completely lost. completely hopeless. completely worthless.

Ya know though… I’d felt all of those things before: lost. hopeless. worthless.

But, you see, look at the meaning and the origin for the idiom “rock bottom” from dictionary.com:

rock bottom: The lowest possible level, absolute bottom, as in Wheat prices have reached rock bottom. This idiom alludes to the presence of bedrock that prevents digging farther down.

And that is precisely what rock bottom was for me… The Presence of The Rock that prevented me from going down any further. So this time it was different because I finally moved in the direction of going up. That’s why I think it was TRULY my rock bottom. I simply could not get any lower (well, maybe I could have… but so glad I didn’t) and so the only direction to go was… up!

And, if you don’t know this story about me crying into the huge vat of cookie dough that I made, while looking up the website for Overeaters Anonymous, while continuing to eat cookie dough… I wrote it out on the page Rock Bottom, and then I referenced it on Day 21: Cookie Dough Syndrome and Day 68: Cookie Dough Success.

BUT.

God is faithful. God found me. God gave me hope. And God infused me with His Worth.

And I saw all of that come full circle last week. I made the exact same recipe of cookie dough. I wrapped and froze the same recipe of cookie dough. And on Thursday, I delivered the same recipe of cookie dough.

And I never. took. a. bite.

So it was a time to thank Him, to glorify Him, to give Him all the credit.

But I have to give my sweet boy’s sweet teachers at his preschool some credit too… they were so awesome that it made me want to make them cookie dough in the first place, and then again in the second place!

And I just couldn’t decide which pic I liked better of the three of us soooo I decided to put this one in too!
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January 13, 2013

Day 369: Will Pray For Food

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Sitting down at the table the other day for lunch with my toddler, I was overwhelmed with thankfulness… for the food we were about to eat, for being able to be at home with him, for having a child… no, for having two children… a husband, and so I looked at my toddler and said, “Do you want to pray to God?” He answered, “Pinekenapple.” Which I think was code for… “No, I want to eat this pineapple.”

So, I went ahead and said a prayer to God for our lunch and for our day.

And then I ate. And it was good. And I appreciated it in a different sort of way. In a way that was more connected to God.

I thought- I wonder how my life would be different if every time I ate food, I prayed to God…

In thankfulness for the abundance in my life, for the varied choices I have, for the clean water and pre-rinsed food.

In acknowledgement that God is one that provides ev.er.y.thing. for me.

In confirmation that what I am about to eat will bring him honor and glory.

In request that He might make my mind align with His Desires… that I would want to eat only what is sufficient so that I can take care of this temple that He has entrusted to me.

And this just seemed like such a great idea!

Annnnnnnnnnd then I tried to implement it. Yeah, it was last Thursday that I had this moment and it is now Sunday morning. I have prayed on my own over only one thing (I’m not counting family prayers at dinner because I’m not really “in charge” of those). In fact, just a moment ago while writing this very post, I snagged a banana off of the pile and hoovered it (even though I ate my weight in shrimp and grits last night, I’m still terribly hungry) without praying about it.

If anything, it makes me realize that I am not so much in tune with where this food comes from. Probably because I don’t have to grow any of it (which is probably a good thing… I’m terrrrrrrible at gardening/farming). But regardless of why I am not in tune, I’m just not in tune. It’s like I need to have signs everywhere there is food for a few days to make me stop and REMEMBER that God is my provider. to REMEMBER that I eat to sustain my life. to REMEMBER that I eat and live to bring Him honor and glory. to REMEMBER that this body is a temple.

So, maybe I will do that for a few days… put signs on everything.

Ha – I just put a sign on the pantry and then realized my tea was finished steeping, so I went and prepped it and took a big ol swig and THEN remembered… oh yeah, I’m supposed to pray.

God. Thank you for my tea. Thank you for making it. Thank you for this small luxury that I never even associate with you. Thank you for the man or woman that cultivated these tea leaves. I pray that they might know You, hear about you, and live in the blessing of Your Companionship. Help me to drink it in a way that would bring you honor and glory. You are my provision. Amen.

This is gonna take A LOT of retraining. But… it’s the kind of retraining I’m in for!

January 9, 2013

Day 365: My Portion

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I’ve noticed the past few go rounds at dinner that I have been so. full. after eating. I wasn’t eating any kind of crazy foods… still vegetarian, still sugarless, and now breadless, and chipless.

So, why would I be so full?

I mean, who gets super stuffed after eating soup!?!?

Well, as I’ve learned over and over and over and… over, it doesn’t matter WHAT I eat if I am eating TOO MUCH.

And…… I was eating too much. Even soup.

So there it was… the trick of gluttony sliding in under the guise of healthy food. under the guise of SOUP. Tricky. Tricky. Tricky.

Overdramatic-Me thought: Oh woe is me! What can I do to stop this?

Calm-logical-Me answered: Uhhhhhhh, I dunno, maybe… eat less food?

Yeah, that wasn’t a tough thing to figure out. But any time you are dealing with gluttony it is a tough thing to DO.

But as nutritionists have been saying for years, it’s all in the portion control. It’s in the serving myself a smaller bowl of soup instead of in my mega-cereal bowl of soup. It’s in eating my portion and then instead of going back for seconds eating some fruit or drinking a glass of water. There are so many well-known tricks of the trade of “portion control” that it’s not that difficult to know what to do. Again… it’s just in the DOING IT.

When I started thinking about “portion control” I remembered a commonly said phrase “The Lord is my portion”. I was pretty sure that it was a verse but didn’t know where it was in the bible or what context it was written in, so I looked into it. And I came across this:

My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. Psalm 73:26

And I don’t know Greek or Hebrew, but from what I could read about it, “portion” most often means “inheritance”. So, how can God be my “inheritance”? Well, I guess I was thinking that the inheritance was what your parents passed on to you to support you, to maintain your life, to give you a boost financially, to help you.

And well, God is all of those things for me. He supports me, maintains my life, boosts me, helps me.

God is my portion. He is my portion control.

So, when that huge bowl of soup, or second-serving of pasta bake, or fifty-third cashew is calling my name, I can remember… God is my portion… I don’t need this extra stuff. I have the portion that will last forever.

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