Hey Weight Loss Wednesday gals. Hope you had a fantastic week and, if you didn’t (like yours truly) you’ll find encouragement here today.

I wanted to chat a bit about what food is not. It is a topic at the forefront of my mind right now since last week,  I made food a few things it was never designed to be.

Let me explain.

When I arrived home from a busy speaking event and faced my week ahead, it looked like this:

• Inventory and re-pack books
• Unpack suitcase
• Enter in credit card orders over the phone (taken by hand since my machine was down! Ughh!)
• Jump back into school with on son who had a trip to the homeschool academy (two hour-long round trips one day) and one who had baseball (three trips to Detroit–over an hour away)
• No healthy groceries in the house
• A bridal shower to plan and put on Saturday (tons of fun but lots of work)
• Leftover food from the shower including deadly chocolate brownies with peanut butter frosting
• Car repairs on both of our over-a-decade old-vehicles that between them have lots of visible rust and over 400,000 miles
• Oh, and Todd came home Friday and announced he is getting laid off again for parts of April and May

So, here is what I made food last week:

• My stress-reliever when I was swamped
• My distraction when I was worried
• My comfort when I was down

Let me tell you one thing,  even though it has been frustrating for me these past few weeks to not hop on the scale and check my progress, this morning I am glad I don’t have to face that thing. I’m sure it wouldn’t be pretty.

The truth is, food was meant to nourish our bodies (not fatten our bodies)  so we can do the work God has planned for us.

End of story.

But we put food right up there in the place of God and make it an idol.  (For a past post on this topic, (and my before and after pics) click here.)

Only God was meant to be our friend, our stress-reliever and our comfort.

Chocolate-peanut butter brownies were not. They make you feel better for about 19.6 seconds when you are eating them, then they promptly turn and betray you.

Trust me.

My thighs know.

How about you? What role are you tempted to make food play that it was never meant for? Or simply check in and tell us how you are doing, even if all you say is “restart”.  We want to pray for you!

And I’ll take all the prayers I can get this week!

Cyber-sister Blessings,