This week I am only 212 calories over my weekly goal. That is 40 % improvement over last week. I've been committed to recording all of my calories each day, even if they are shamefully high in empty calories.
One pitfall this week has been the phenomenon of stress eating. This week my baby was cutting 2 molars. He was constantly crying and wanted to be held all day every day. That will wear a lady down for sure. Munch, munch, munch.
Midweek, we got a call for our first foster placement. We are confident that God is going to be our strength as we take on this HUGE new responsibility. However, getting all of the logistics worked out has proven to raise my stress level. Munch, munch, munch.
Getting everything in order has made my week task heavy. My big boy is VERY sensitive to frenzy and has, of course, been EXTRA naughty. Munch, munch, munch.
But as an object lesson God made me keenly aware that eating did not help. I recall a moment of sugary weakness this week when I just thought; "That just didn't taste as good as I thought it would." It occured to me that that truth can be applied to many other things we try to use to comfort our souls. Milky Ways do not care about me. Fudgy brownies do not get heartsick when I am far from them. Food was made to nourish and to be enjoyed. It was not made to be a Savior.
I am not a stress eater but I often turn to other things besides God when things are stressful. However, it is the time when I turn to the Lord in prayer that I truly feel less stress. When I acknowledge that he is in control and working things out for his good purposes, I feel relief. I say this knowing that you probably already know that and in no way claiming to be some kind of expert on it, but my advice would be pray, pray, pray instead of munch. We are praying for your family and your new additions!
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