I had an
interesting conversation with a couple of women yesterday about exercise and
diet. One was on a strict exercise regime, yet mentioned she ate what she
wanted, yet exercised discipline with portion sizes. I put my two cents in and
said, “Everything in moderation.” Later that evening, I had brownies and ice
cream topped with Hershey’s syrup and the only thing in moderation was the happy
dance my craving taste buds did. Did I have seconds? I sure did, and I ate it
in moderation. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it?
Well, I looked up “everything in
moderation” in the Bible and couldn’t find it. I saw the word moderation
several times, but not as I used it. Whether it’s scripture or a cliché, I should
want to do everything to please the Lord. The brownies and ice cream pleased my
flesh, but the second serving didn’t please me, my temple, or God. It tasted
delicious, but afterwards, I felt so full and miserable. I couldn’t even do my
one hundred jumping jacks or dance that I so proudly mentioned to the women
that I did on a regular basis. Hypocrite!
Before you shake your head and judge me, don’t
forget the juicy Thanksgiving turkey and all the trimmings are just a few days
away and has your number. If you’re honest, you’ll admit to your own pig-out
temptations and tendencies. I apologize for bringing this up during the most
difficult season of the year to exercise moderation, but I didn’t want to be
the only one convicted of my sometimes out of control eating habits. Aren’t you
happy, I reminded you? It’s all in love – and moderation.
Whether it’s turkey,
dressing, green bean casserole, pound cake, or brownies and ice cream, remember
your portion sizes and eat unto the Lord! God is always a guest at our table.
