Forbes magazine recently reported that in 2008 Americans spent 48 billion dollars on diet products and self-help books. In a culture addicted to dieting and saturated in marketing, many dieting companies have developed mottos to motivate consumers.

  • “Stop dieting, start living.” Weight Watchers
  • “We change lives.” Jenny Craig
  • “We’ve helped millions of people lose weight. Now it’s your turn.” NutriSystem
  • “Power up. Slim down.” Slim-Fast
  • “Eat More. Weigh Less.” Ornish Diet
  • “Put a knife to your throat if you are given to gluttony.” Proverbs 23:2

Proverbs 23:2  is a diet trend that I don’t think will catch on quickly. I will say, however, that Solomon obviously knew the serious problems that would arise if one loses their ability to deny their flesh it’s desires. Physical appetites are an analogy of our ability to control ourselves. If we are unable to control our eating habits, we are probably also unable to control other habits.

Eating was [and sometimes still is] my Achilles heel.

As a child, I ate when I was happy and I ate when I was sad. I ate when I was nervous and I ate when I was bored. The addiction was invisible to most people because I hid my habit like an ashamed alcoholic. I would stick a cooking spoon into a container of peanut butter and lick away my shame while hiding in the pantry. I would cut a block of cheese from the plastic package, melt it into a fondue in the microwave, and run into the backyard to enjoy my spoils. I would eat my pasta as if the very meaning of life was hidden underneath my spaghetti.

Things didn’t improve as I became older. The addiction buzzed around my head like a flying pest, always reminding me of my inability to control it or make it go away. On lonely nights after a particular breakup in college, I sat on the couch with my two ice cream friends, Ben and Jerry, and lost myself in a container of Chubby Monkey. A quart of ice cream later I was still feeling lonely and now depressed at my lack of self-control. But the issue wasn’t self-control; the issue was control. I had completely removed God from the compartmentalized section of my mind, which only I could touch. By controlling what I ate, I controlled where I was going to find comfort and satisfaction.

If anyone has suffered from addiction, you know the pain in which I am speaking about. But here’s the good news [said like a Baptist preacher in a hot, Southern church]: Jesus paid it all! No really, all of our issues, our shame, and our embarrassing secrets we want to hide are depowered, deveined, and destroyed at the cross.

Last night Tim Timmons led us into a time of worship and surrender. He asked us to extend our hands and surrender our control and whatever else we were holding onto. So friends, I’m letting go. Again. I’ve been here before and I’m here again, but this time I’m believing not in the removal of addiction, but a managing of this issue.

I share this only as a way to document my journey. It’s now in the annals of the world wide web. In perpetuity. Awesome! Awesome? Awesome… kinda. When I confess my sins, they no longer have control over me. So I’m surrendering to God and saying, Jesus paid it all!

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