MY BELLY RUNNETH OVER......

This gem comes from one of NA's readers Tammy. She is just like the rest of us that struggle to eat right in a world filled with soo much temptation. Snap fingers everybody and enjoy this poetry slam...

"For as long as I can remember to the time of this writing, food has been a crutch for me. It has been that one constant component in my life that was always available – willing and able to satisfy. Food was a friend when I was lonely; a lover when I needed comfort; a mind regulator when I was stressed, and a mood elevator when I was depressed. Food filled in the gaps that were created by my shortcomings.

Being able to eat whenever and whatever I wanted gave me a sense of control in my life. With goals and expectations of a brighter future off in the distance, having no plan or idea on how to make those things a reality, I wallowed in mediocrity, while being soothed by the daily lunch special. Buffalo wings were good on rainy days; Chinese food after work, Oreo cookies where like pain killers, especially for that time of the month.

Now my belly runneth over, and I am no longer impressed, with the Deep Fried Chicken that is showing through my dress. I should not be surprised with the dimples on my thighs since I always had my value meals super-sized.

Does anyone have the cure for a sweet tooth? A sweet mind? A sweet eye? A sweet hand? A sweet foot? Because it takes more than one part of the body to determine what goes into it.

My belly runneth over and over. Not because I’m ready to conceive, but because of the seed of gluttony that I have allowed to be apart of me.

Food has been the ultimate alternative:

I don’t fornicate; but I am aroused by lemon and chocolate Entenmann’s cakes.

Why hang out in a club; when I can get my groove on with Lay’s Potato Chips on a turkey and cheese sub.

I don’t drink alcohol or smoke neither appeal to me. Give me a burger with fries, and watch me get high – high sugar, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, high weight, and high death rate.

I must learn to control my emotions and not allow them to control me. My hunger is deeper than food. I hunger for destiny. This is not cute; but it is kind of funny, I done spent too much money on snacks that begin with “Honey…” I can’t settle for the food trap, that keeps me where I am at, my belly runneth over with rolls and rolls of fat.

I must make it across the canyons of doubt and unbelief. Fasting - doing whatever it takes to make those leaps. You see, when I discover my destiny, I will no longer eat to feel complete. My nutrition will be my volition to accomplish my commission."

This might be too much information for some people; but I’m just keeping it real; my life is an open book, gather from it what you will.

Enerpeace
2004

No Tammy it wasn't too much info!!! People need to see that they are not alone in their thoughts, fear, excitement, and addiction!! Thank you for sharing girl :)