Sunday, June 16, 2013
Edible emotions are out of the closet and into the open now. They have a name, EDIBLE EMOS, and I can call them by name and command them back into the recesses of the closet from whence they came.
Whisk away you dark devils, I don't want or need you today. I had a brief crying spurt on the way home from church because the topic was, what else? "Father's Day." Shall we say that isn't my favorite holiday, as we don't have any fathers in my immediate family to celebrate, so we don't. It still can tug at your heart though, especially when others testify to how wonderful their lives were and are, because of their loving fathers. I'm happy for them, but I long for what they had, just this one day of the year. I had a taste of it at the end of my father's life, but it was over so quickly, and then he was gone. I am grateful for what I did have, and I know my earthly father is at home with our Heavenly Father and I will see him again one day, and we will get to make up for lost time for all of eternity. By the grace of God, however, and it's so true, what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. Even writing this blog has freed me from the weight of regrets.
I did not let the evil Edible Emo get me on my ride home, and he will not get me today at any time. It's easier to fight something when it has a name. So many emotions that we eat over are so vague, that by the time we figure out what's bothering us, we've already eaten twice our daily "rations."
Now I will go fortify myself with a wonderful video titled"FORKS OVER KNIVES," and come away prepared to fight Emo and the temptations of my upcoming birthday week. My goal is to weigh 2 pounds less on the scale next Wednesday, my birthday, and it's one present that only I, by the grace of God, can give myself, and so I will.