Records to be smashed!

It has been a few days since I have been able to blog.  My children have been sick little babies.  E has been so miserable, too miserable to eat or sleep.  So, off to the dr. we go a little later today.

Life has been a little disjointed.  Hubby and I have been exhausted from the lack of sleep and energy it takes to care for a baby.  Yesterdays eating was awful! Popcorn here, chocolate chips there, sandwich over there, more chocolate chips, nuts, back to the chocolate chips.  Stress eating anyone?  And should it be a surprise, I felt as awful as I ate.

Flash back to Friday, I was reminded of the negative records that we play in our minds that keep us stuck in our rut. There was an issue that came about, it brought up feeling of being inadequate, not measuring up. The records playing in my head made me angry. Unfortunately, my next stop was the store.  It seemed that the crap food was singing to me. (I LOVE music.) The food had taken on the form of Ulysses Sirens. I knew if I didn't fight back, the battle would be lost.  Losing battles was wreaking havoc on my body AND my mind.  I was done!  So, as I was walking around the store I repeated to myself, "I will not let them win, I will NOT let them win!" 

Low blood sugar is common for me, and I was beginning to feel the symptoms at the store.  UGH!!  What an impossible battle, I thought.  The crap food was calling to me, but I knew if I didn't have some type of sugar soon, I was going to be very sick.  It was a desperate plight.  In the end, I was screaming, "I WILL NOT LET THEM WIN!!!" as I was searching frantically through the aisles, and SCORE!  I found some dried fruit, and a trail mix that had pistachios and dark chocolate chunks in it.  Whew!  Those choices raised my blood sugar, and was so much healthier than the Swiss Cake Rolls, candy, chips, and donuts that were singing to me.

The lesson, food is food, it CANNOT SING TO YOU. Records can be broken, battles can be won. Finding the root of the record is a must. Once I realized where that particular record started, it now gives me the opportunity to heal from it, and finally break it and throw the pieces away forever. If you think about it, the records that were "gifted" to us from others are born out of there own pain and feelings of being unworthy. Why do we let them have power over our thoughts, our eating habits, and our bodies. Satan's nasty little game to take our eyes off of Jesus and what He has for our temple (bodies).