Emotional eating. I did it most of my life. You feel bad about yourself or about something that has happened, so you eat and feel better. It's an area you think you're controlling, but really, it's controlling you. Food comforts you, if only for a time. Then you are disgusted with yourself for eating without thinking about what you're actually putting in your mouth, and gaining more weight. So you mindlessly eat something and feel better -- until you stop to think about it again. And then... well, you get the idea. I think perhaps I learned this from my father. He was well over 300 pounds for most of his life, until he died when he was 60 years old. He was a very unhappy person -- I saw a side of him that not many people saw. He didn't like himself much.
We must learn to be more responsible about our health and our habits. We need to understand how our eating is affecting our health, as well as being aware of what we are teaching our children by our example. Food should never be our best friend -- our comfort zone -- our safe place. As I write these words, I realize that describes what our relationship with the Lord is meant to be. How odd. How sad. How enlightening.









