|the condition of being abnormally dependent on some habit, esp compulsive dependency on narcotic drugs.|
And here's what it means in a medical dictionary:
Habitual psychological and physiological dependence on a substance or practice beyond one's voluntary control.
And yet again, in a science dictionary:
Amplified Bible (AMP)
18 For I know that nothing good dwells within me, that is, in my flesh. I can will what is right, but I cannot perform it. [I have the intention and urge to do what is right, but no power to carry it out.]
19 For I fail to practice the good deeds I desire to do, but the evil deeds that I do not desire to do are what I am [ever] doing.
20 Now if I do what I do not desire to do, it is no longer I doing it [it is not myself that acts], but the sin [principle] which dwells within me [[a]fixed and operating in my soul].
Do you see what this says? This says exactly what I've been saying about food for YEARS! I do not want to overeat, I do not want to be unhealthy but I literally do not have the power to do what is right. WOW! So, I had to give up control of it. I have never in my life, felt so liberated from food. All these diets, programs, theories, etc, etc, talk about portion control and food control and eat this and not that and do this and not that and it made me crazier than before. It made me binge, it made me hungrier, I snuck food, I bought food 'for the kids' just to eat myself. It was uncontrollable. After giving my food up to God, I haven't finished a plate yet, when I'm full I actually stop for once. I've stayed busier this last week, which has kept my mind off of food. I've made better choices. And, I even admitted to my husband that when I would run errands sometimes, I would often stop for a 'treat' when no one was in the car with me, and well, I haven't done that since either. I actually got in line at a fast food place to get a free milkshake and got OUT of line because I just didn't want to do it. This is unbelievably a HUGE thing for me!!! I've never felt more in control of my issue that right now, by giving up control. And yes, everyday, and several times a day I have to ask God to take control, I have to relinquish things to him but I can't tell you the weight that has been lifted off my shoulder and off my heart with this simple truth in my life. I'm continuing on in the book, I love it, I'll read it again and again I'm sure.
So, that was the first liberating moment for me. Then, I just decided one day I was done nursing. Josie is 8 months old, I had all intentions of nursing until she was a year old, I just thought it's what seemed right to me. She is my last baby, I wanted to hold onto that bonding, cuddling for as long as possible and well, she just didn't seem interested anymore and something in me just felt done. So we are done. (You can nurse however long you choose, more power to you, and if you choose NOT to nurse, that's fine too...this is a personal thing, not a judgement on ANYONE else.) The next day I was sort of sad, it means my baby days are pretty over. But I felt this huge sense of "Holy crap, it's MY body now!! MINE! MINE! No more boobies belonging to babies, no more chances I'll get pregnant and 'ruin' any weight I have lost!!" I sat in my room for a moment just relieved almost. It's my body, what seems like a little over 5 years, I'm not nursing, I'm not pregnant and there's not a chance I will be pregnant. That stage of my life is over and it's, honestly, liberating to me!! It feels good, I feel good about this decision. I feel excited to move onto the next stage. I feel like DAWN for once!
Then, I realized, I have no bras that are not nursing bras, that's right. Between all my kids, even when not nursing, I just kept wearing nursing bras. I will admit I have like three bras, all of which gave me that really stupid, odd, boob muffin top!! You know what I'm talking about? The boobie poof? It's so gross! Of course, my husband didn't see any issues with it. I'm not talking about cleavage, that I don't take issue with, it's the boobie poof, when like the top 2 inches of you boob poof out of your bra because your bra doesn't fit right. Well, to me, it's gross!! I don't want any part of my boob falling out of my bra, the boobie poof is just wrong and should be outlawed (along with the butt crack peak-a-boo, but I cant' figure out why I have that issue and other people don't - do I just have a really long crack?). AND I only have one pair of jeans that fit. So, even though my body was finally mine, I was still stuck in the same clothes, with a muffin top and a boobie poof. So we went out and bought me two new bras and two new jeans!!! So, liberating. I actually WANT to look nice for once. I want to dress sort of in fashion, (the truth is, I have no idea what actually IS in fashion, but I just want to be out of my jeans, tshirts and tennis shoes). So, this was also very liberating to me. I feel free from the mom-clothes!!!!
So, that's where I've felt liberated this last week. It's the oddest feeling being free from things that have been pushing me down for a long time. I'm so incredibly excited for what the future has for me, I'm no longer afraid I'm going to be unhealthy (or even fat) forever. I know there's freedom. Over the last many years I have felt free from many things, I know Jesus is my freedom from eternal damnation, He's my freedom from sickness and disease, He's my protector, provider, provision. But for whatever reason I couldn't get it inside my heart that if I give it to Him He will take control of whatever part of my life I need His help with.
What have you been liberated from? What's controlling your life that you need freedom from? Is there something that the more you try to control the more of control it gets? There is FREEDOM in Jesus, in His Word, in His love!!
Monday, November 19, 2012
Some of you may think this is a 'cop out', but be that as it may, it's the truth, and I just need to say it and get it off my chest. There's a lot that's happened to me, internally, the last week or so. First, I started a book called Serenity. It's a book that accompanies AA type stuff. I've felt for about 3 years I've needed to read this book. My mother-in-law was a Pastor at this great little church and her woman's group read through this book many years ago. It struck me as odd at first because I was pretty sure most, if not all of them, were not alcoholics or drug addicts. But when I asked her about it, she said it just helped many of them, herself included, walk through some behaviors and other things of that nature. So, I got the book from her. Within the first chapter I felt completely liberated. Here's what an addiction is: according to modern English dictionary.