On January 6, I joined a Clean Eating Challenge on Facebook that a friend of mine is leading. That means no sugar, no processed meats, no junk. Focus on eating real, healthy foods. I do all the healthy shopping on Sunday, and plan all of my meals a week in advance.
I am a runner. I have logged more than 10 miles every week in 2014, even with a mild case of pneumonia.
I drink more than 60 ounces of water every day. I fixed a delicious veggie frittatta for my family for our meatless Monday dinner. For yesterday’s lunch, I prepared myself a chicken and avocado wrap on a low carb, whole wheat tortilla.
Yes, that is a bag of M&Ms from the floor of my pantry. It’s not a little bag. 56 ounces. 37 servings, totaling 7770 calories. And the bag of peanut M&Ms that came with it? Gone, empty, eaten almost entirely by me.
I’ve had decent self-control lately. Five or six M&Ms per day, mostly after dinner. No, they weren’t ‘clean,’ but it wasn’t a major slip-up. Until yesterday. My husband wasn’t home, so it was just the kids and me and our must-do list: math homework, spelling homework, reading homework, piano practice, last minute gift for a birthday party, pack supplies for a school ski trip, dinner, plan for breakfast, e-mail dad… It became too much for one child, and the major meltdown began before dinner. And replayed after dinner. And continued straight through until bedtime. And I kept my self-control. I pictured the M&Ms as I walked by the pantry, but I didn’t open the door. But hours later, I put a child back to bed, soothed her nightmares, held her until she relaxed again, and I could almost taste those M&Ms. I had to taste those M&Ms. So I tiptoed back to that pantry, and ate a few, and a few more, and a few more. And for a few seconds, the cheap chocolate almost made me feel better. But then my hand was empty, my mouth was empty, and the taste was bitter, not sweet.
I went to bed disgusted with my self. What is the point of waking at 5:15, running in the cold, dark fog while most of the world is sleeping, to burn 335 calories or so, then shovel down those extra calories after a few hours of stress? What is the point? What do I really crave?
I crave comfort, sweetness, peace, contentment. I cannot find that in cheap (or high quality) chocolate. I cannot find it in relationships or work or Facebook. True comfort can only come from Jesus.
I have a friend who would tell me to pour those M&Ms down the sink with hot water. Because if she put them in the trash, she would just dig them out and eat them later. But the M&Ms aren’t the problem. My sinful nature is the problem.
So my plan is different. I will eat those M&Ms again, but I will be mindful this time. If (when) I eat an M&M today, I will choose at that moment to give thanks to God for the blessings He is constantly giving me. I am craving peace. I must stop looking for the worldly fix. I must focus on God, who is living inside of me every moment of every day, wanting desperately to give me that comfort and sweetness I am longing for.
That bag will be empty someday. And when it is, I will have been reminded hundreds of times that my heart and soul are crying out for God, not chocolate. I am not perfect, but I am replacing my physical craving with my spiritual craving every day.