I liked food. A lot of food. I could finish a bowl of anything wonderfully spiced with pepper or cheese.
Liking food is not a sin, it only became a source of concern because I was storing away the food in all the wrong places in my body. My arms were so massive, my heart was overloaded with fat but I couldn’t just stop stuffing my face with food.
The day I realized that I needed deliverance was the day I finished a box of Dominos chairman pizza. ALONE! Unassisted by the forces of the world.
That day, I woke up very sad and stressed. My clothes wouldn’t fit and I was just tired of explaining to anyone why hereditary was the cause of my fatness. I had few errands to run for my office but I found myself on a queue ordering for the largest box of pizza available on the menu.
I washed down the pizza with a fantastic bowl of Ice-cream and some spiced chicken wings. I was happy, my mood lifted and I went back to work with an overstuffed tummy and lots of calories my body will not have the capacity to convert to energy in many days to come. I was stress eating!
Few months down the road, nothing has changed except that I have decided to make healthier choices of things to consume. I intentionally expend more energy on any God given day than I would ever consume.
I finally accepted my problem was not so much of hereditary, it was long throat and lack of self discipline that wanted to ruin my life.
Most of us are walking through life with many intelligent excuses hanging down our throats like an election placard. We’ve internalized these excuses and are becoming so proud of them because that is what soothes and justifies our current situation.
I would have told you to aspire to conspire or inspire to expire but I am not a preacher of motivation. I am just a skinny girl in transit.