Wit and wisdom from Kerri Pomarolli
Thursday, May 25th, 2006
So why does food make us feel better? What makes me go directly for the cabinets of cookies and chips when I walk in my door? It’s learned behavior and I have to stop saying, “Chocolate makes me happy” and instead say, “Thin thighs make me happy.” I haven’t come close to mastering it yet. I’ve tried all sorts of methods. Like the time I saw the no carb, no calorie, no fat gummi bears and bought a bag. I started munching on them in my car, and they weren’t half bad. In half an hour they were gone, but I had no guilt. I just should have read the fine print on the package: “Excessive consumption may cause a laxative effect.” May cause? MAY CAUSE? How about, “Watch out kiddies, you’re in for a bumpy ride!” I thought I was going to die. I was sure it was food poisoning. I prayed a lot that day. Once again, I learned if it looks too good to be true — for the last time — it probably is! There are no calorie-free lunches.
So it is in my walk with Christ. I can’t do my one-minute devotionals and expect to be spiritually fed and grounded for the day.
