I think the fact of the matter is I have been ignoring that.
Our bodies are temples. Temples to the Lord.
I gotta say, my temple is in bad shape.
When I think of it as my body, then I don't feel so bad about trashing it. I feel guilty for a bit, but I am always able to kind of push it out of my mind. I mean, the majority of North America is fat. blah blah blah, God loves me no matter what. Heaven doesn't have a weight scale.
But when it comes down to the fact that my body is a temple. Me acting like that is a load of horse manure.
If my body is a temple (which it is) and I want it to be a beautiful temple to the Lord, then I cannot just focus on the mental part of the temple.
Sure the upstairs looks great, but your downstairs is a real mess.
So even though. I'm sure this is blog 1000 that says. Hey I'm gunna make a change, You're going to have to bear with me here, because it's not as easy as it sounds. It's a legit, addiction, dependance on food. Re-wireing myself is proving to be a big battle, and you don't win every fight, but the point is to keep fighting untill me and God have won this war over my body.
At least that how I'm looking at it. So this is me, making plans for TODAY. To try and not eat starch and to go for a jog. Because I have to live in the pressure of the day.
