Yesterday, I dealt with the idea of having faith when I had pain. Today my husband and I went out to lunch. We started to talk about eating. My mom never taught me about eating until I wasn’t hungry anymore. She didn’t even tell me to stop eating when I felt full. She taught me to eat until my plate was empty. When I started my weight loss journey that was a difficult lesson to learn because I have a difficult time with understanding my body. Even after ten years, I still find it difficult to tell when I feel hungry and when I feel full.
I have been learning, but it has been a challenge. The best I have done is learn portion control and figure out what should make me satisfied. I experiment and try to learn to listen to my body. It’s actually a matter of faith. My program tells me how much to eat and I believe that is how much I should eat. I hope that I won’t be hungry even if I am eating much less than I think I should be eating. Over the years, there have been several times that I feel like I have been taking a step off of a ledge, and each time I found myself pleasantly surprised by how much food really does satisfy my hunger.
Sometimes, in life, we really do have to take leaps of faith and believe that the way we did something all of lives could be wrong and that there is a better way. Having faith means being willing to take leaps of faith and opening our eyes to new experiences. I am always willing to see new perspectives and open my eyes to new worlds. God will continue to challenge me for the rest of my life and I am always willing to continue to learn.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
