My Wagon Ran Off The Road

You know how people say they “fell off the wagon” when they return to an old habit that they had walked away from? Well, I didn’t fall off the wagon. My wagon ran off the road, down the hill and flipped over, pinning me down in the ravine. I allowed other people to derail me. Yes, that’s right. I allowed. I can’t blame anyone else. The funny thing is I continued to study about good health through good nutrition as I rolled down the hill.

So what is your point. My point is that even the knowledgeable, and I have a lot left to learn, can succumb to their weaknesses. I asked myself the question “How can I help anyone else when I can’t help myself.” The only thing I can see coming from this is an understanding of others’ struggles. If this helps me have more compassion for them then it is worth it. It takes a former alcoholic to best help an alcoholic, so I guess I am going to be that foodaholic to help other food drunks.

My victory will come but it won’t come without a strong, hard fight.

Once again I am beginning. Detox begins today. Getting the sugar out of my system. I cannot eat from the king’s table. I have to remain vigilante minute by minute. I am listening to Fred Hammond’s We are More than Able. 

“Remember your every lion’s den and your last Red Sea.” 

I am more than able.With the Lord on my side I can do it.

 I have to keep repeating that as I Praise Him through the Night. It is so on time.

I allowed former insecurities triggered by other peoples’ accusations and the hurt they caused to become boulders on my road. I am getting a brand new wagon and getting back on the road. I have cleared these boulders and I plan to pay attention to avoid future obstacles.

My Victory is Eminent!