Hey, just a quick note. I had a few stressful moments today at work. Stress for me has always been remedied by Chili Cheese Fries or some other sort of carby goodness, eaten in the car, and thrown away at some sort of gas station or car wash before I got back to work or my house. (Must hide all evidence!)
Well, I can already tell that this whole process God has started is working in me. The urge to use food as a distraction from my stress was still there, but the call wasn't as loud. It's almost like it was coming from further away - I couldn't really hear it like I normally do.
So, I did not eat Chili Cheese Fries for lunch. Guess what? I survived. I denied my flesh and I survived. Also, my co-workers did not appear to be dancing cheese fries for the rest of the day either. Win/Win.