“When I’m an adult, I will eat candy bars for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!” I remember telling my mother this as an angry elementary student who didn’t want to take another bite of whatever beans she had cooked up.
Though I never committed to eating candy bars for every meal, I developed toxic eating habits as a young adult.
I ended high school weighing over 200 pounds. My all-time high at 240 was too much weight for my 5’3” frame.
I can tell you exactly how I gained weight, but I could not figure out how to get out of what had become a full-blown food addiction.
Like so many, I yo-yo dieted most of my youth away. I lost weight with almost every new diet, but nothing lasted longer than a year. And no diet ever set me free from obsessive food thoughts.
When I hit my thirties, I was trapped in full-blown depression and out-of-control eating. I was bone tired of the mental and physical struggles of losing weight. I desperately needed a way out. I needed a savior!
That desperation drove me to do something I had never done. I invited God into my out-of-control eating.
It’s common knowledge among my friends and family that I love Jesus. He is my life. But for some reason, I never thought to take my food issues to him…
