Target Audience: Evangelical Christians, Overweight Christians, Food Addicts
It has been a while since I have updated my food file. As I have mentioned in earlier posts, when I started this post, it was my intention to write a post every week, but rarely does that happen with me.
For the month of April my life was in a state of flux. In January, my former housemate let it slip that he was intending to move. I am not sure when, or if, he was planning on telling me, but he seemed to be upset that he had inadvertently let the cat out of the bag, so to speak. That began a four-month journey as I had to seek another place to live. I will unpack that more in another post, but my life was turned upside down.
Until the month of April, I had been trying to stay on track, but even that was somewhat of a charade. I realized that I had been playing games with myself regarding my boundaries and taking chips at Celebrate Recovery when, in fact, I had been eating pretty much whatever I wanted, with little regard to weight loss, portion control, or my so-called boundaries. The first week of April I was still clinging to a sliver of control or sanity, but it wasn’t much. Then my former housemate showed up and made off with the Internet he had promised to leave in place until I moved. Suddenly, I had to go out to get wifi and the Internet. Aside from my church during the work week, the only other places I could go were McDonalds, Tim Hortons, and other coffee shops. While it is true that I didn’t have to partake of their goodies, I quickly found the temptation to be overwhelming, particularly since I was really feeling sorry for myself.
I am now in my own bachelor apartment and the master of my kitchen. I can eat when I want and what I want, and I don’t have to share a fridge or cupboard space with anyone. It has taken me a week to get settled. This past week, I have pretty much eaten whatever I wanted. Even before I moved I managed to inhale three 2L cartons of ice cream and added a fourth the week that I moved. I will never be active enough to justify that much ice cream.
There are no obstacles or impediments to eating properly. Even before the move, I had total control over my food. I just used my housemate and sharing space as an excuse. I live in a senior’s building on property that is suitable for short walks, sitting in the sun, and perhaps even getting to know some of the people in the building. The deck is now stacked in my favor unlike it has been in a long time. Even still, every long journey begins with a single step.