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| Walking with husband and grandson after church |
“If you can eat your way into your
illness, then you can eat your way out of it,” my boss said. Her simple statement had a profound effect on
me. It seemed to reverberate throughout
my very being.
I work at a doctor's office. It was the physician assistant
that made this profound statement to me and a coworker as we ate lunch.
I need to lose weight. I am what the medical community would
consider morbidly obese. My BMI (Body
Mass Index) is greater than 39. I know
what that could possibly mean. I stand a
greater chance of developing diabetes, hypertension (high blood pressure),
heart disease, a stroke, cancer, arthritis and other diseases.
Here I am, believing God to be whole in my
body the way that I am whole in my spirit.
I am born again. I know that I am
because I have believed in my heart and confessed with my mouth that God loved
me so much that He sent His son, Jesus, to die for my sins. I am fully persuaded of this fact. No one can convince me otherwise.
On the other hand, my body is not
whole. It is sick. It is morbidly obese. I need to be made whole. I have finally made the decision to lose my
excess weight so that the diabetes that is knocking on my door will stop
knocking and go away; the hypertension that has a foot inside my front door
will back up and slip right back out; the arthritis that wants to curl up and
go to sleep in my knees will no longer feel wanted and will run screaming in
horror from my body.
I have been praying for the root cause of
various diseases in my body to leave my body. I have confessed the Word of God
concerning healing over my body for years.
I have even successfully lost a few pounds. However, I have not maintained the weight
loss.
