I was struggling tonight with the idea of temptation. 'Cause sometimes a person could eat a really good dinner of salad with veggies and fresh fruit and be all "go me...eatin' healthy." Then have a particular hunger come upon him/her while watching Project Runway late at night and be all "Dorito's sound awesome" and eat too many and hit a Dorito wall and feel sick and try to chase it with a banana to make the hydrogenated nacho cheese go away. And said person was all "Help me, Cheesus." (based on actual events)
Then feeling guilty, make the pledge for better choices tomorrow.
I wish the temptations weren't so real and unending. I've been through every cycle there is of exercise, eating "right" in various forms, educating myself about nutrition, do a Whole30 challenge and even blogging about it...and then I got a little mad at Jesus and thought, "I bet Jesus never was tempted by food!" Then felt guilty again because the Bible does say that he was tempted in every way we are and didn't sin (Hebrews 4:15).
Then, just to make myself feel better, I pictured Jesus wandering through a Samaritan village and somebody up in there making BACON. There just isn't a smell quite like it. I mean. BACON. Sizzling in all its porky, salty perfection.
And he had to keep walking. Perhaps to meet that lady at the well and change her life. It really helps me to picture Jesus, inhaling the glorious smell, and being all, "NOPE. No cloven-footed, sodium-laced unclean-yet-crispy goodness for me. I have some saving to do."
These are the things I think of. One foot in front of the other, eating my salads and taking some walks. Jesus and bacon and saving folks.
disclaimer: The above was written purely for your giggling pleasure and cathartic outlet by the author. There was no attempt at theology or exegesis. If the post in some way offends you, you are not required to read it again. Close it, and thank Cheesus that you aren't as silly as I am.
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