I Love Carrot Cake

Back to back nights have been historic first ever moments for me. Halloween night I passed out every kind of candy available and miraculously ate not one bite. Tonight, I did something even way bigger. I watched people eating my Mom’s homemade carrot cake with cream cheese icing. It literally took everything within me to not tackle someone for at least one bite.

While at a family gathering earlier tonight. All the party food looked so delicious. There was nothing I didn’t want to inhale like someone who hasn’t seen real food in days and days. Outside of eating 3 meatballs I stopped right there. I brought my own lunch box. Like a school boy I heated up my boring, but much healthier meal. Somehow I got through the night without giving in or giving up on my seeking to eat healthier.

Now, I didn’t get to this point just by making a choice. I had to reach the point of desperation and verification that what I eat impacts my pain levels deeply. I know beyond any doubt that my diet has great impact on my level of misery. Therefore, I’m aiming towards having a greater quality of life. I’m willing to do anything possible to improve that quality.

I can’t just say by faith God will take care of me. Faith is doing all you can while trusting God to do all that you can’t. When God enlightens me to know what is or not beneficial to me. It’s up to me to say no if necessary to ever cake, pie, and even banana pudding. But, man I may have nightmares for days just over longing for that carrot cake. God help me to keep taking the next healthiest step.

“You say, “I am allowed to do anything”—but not everything is good for you. You say, “I am allowed to do anything”—but not everything is beneficial.” 1 Corinthians 10:23

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