Yesterday when I hit “publish” on my Overeaters Not-So-Anonymous post, it dawned on me that y’all might jump to the conclusion that I am with child. And honestly, I wished that was the reason.
Not because I necessarily want to have another baby, but at least if I were pregnant I’d know that in nine months the eating would stop. Right now, I’m not so sure.
I’m afraid it has become a lifestyle choice.
However, I will let y’all in on a little dieting tip that I discovered by accident this morning.
I’m in the process of reading the Bible in a year and am in Leviticus, which is filled to the brim with various information about blood sacrifices and what to do with the fat of a sacrificed animal.
I read my chapters in the morning while I eat my breakfast and, until this morning, nothing about all the blood, animal fat, and the mention of big toes has really affected my appetite.
As evidenced by my constant consumption of mass quantities of Doritos and Little Debbies while dreaming about Morton’s Donuts.
However, this morning I arrived at Leviticus 13 which provides a detailed account of various sores, rashes and skin conditions.
It caused me to put down the powdered Donette and walk away, which is no small feat.
And all of a sudden, I have never been more thankful for Leviticus.
Here’s to you, Old Testament, for once again proving that with God nothing is impossible.