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Tasty Tuesday: Thoughts on Food



I just got back last night from a trip to Atlanta to spend time with my dad. If you think that being low carb at home is difficult, you should try it will staying with a bachelor. We had one home made dinner, luckily, I was able to research most of the restaurants we went to before hand so I had a good idea on what to order.
But one of the last meals we shared together, there was bread and a trip to the ice cream shop. I was able to say no to the bread, mainly because I have designated it with a Mr. Yuk sticker in my brain. Four loaves came to the table and every crumb was consumed. I think that my lack of eating the bread and the battered and deep fried calamari my have concerning to my dad's dinner guest. A story was told about a lady that was allergic to shellfish, but eats shrimp anyway.
It really reminded me that it's been a long time since food has been a form of entertainment for me. I still enjoy food when I eat, but I don't use it to entertain me. And I think because I don't look at food as entertainment, it makes it much easier to say no to things like bread fresh from the oven and ice cream loaded with candy, topped with warm caramel, whipped cream, nuts and a cherry. I can also make choices that aren't based on my mouth but on my health, which quite honestly serves my soul better.
This is not to say that I don't eat things that aren't the best option. It is to say, that when I eat them it's a choice that I make and one that I don't take lightly. I'm not ruled by my mouth. And the only way that I can say that is through the grace of God. Without God, I'd be a slave to my stomach, but his grace has set me free, even from bread.

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