A few years ago a friend mentioned that she did not eat sugar. My eyebrows went up. Ever?
"I don't miss it," she said offhandedly.
There was a stash of peanut butter cups waiting for me at home, and getting to the point where I did not indulge seemed unlikely. They were my reward for working out at
the gym, which I admit seems counter intuitive, and for finishing a distasteful job around the house.
A few weeks ago I decided to stop. Recent blood test results suggested I was playing with fire, and all logic points to curbing sweets. What surprised me, was that it was easy.
Even though my routine took me to places where desserts were readily available, something had shifted. I wanted a functional body more than I wanted the buzz.
Plus there are healthier options to explore that do not make my blood sugar do a nose dive.
I am going out on a limb in saying this, because I could easily lose my resolve next month. But then again, maybe saying it out loud will solidify my choice.
Another area I am trying to be mindful of, is with words. I had a get together with a friend that has sometimes eroded into comments that might betray another person's trust. I began to
imagine the third person sitting there, too, and corralled my conversation in a way that honored their privacy.
Other times I find myself on the verge of saying something that I had overheard, but did not know for sure. I am trying to hold my tongue.
There is a buzz in having a tidbit of news, or insider information. But with prayer and effort, I can lose my taste for it. Plus there are other ways of being with people where no one
takes a dive.
