Food. A poor substitute.
Just recently, for close to four weeks I eliminated all sugar and gluten (grains, flour, etc) from my diet. My cravings were minimal and I enjoyed feeling my system regain balance. I was also able to recognize something I hadn’t before, at least on this level.
I already mentioned that I really didn’t struggle too much with cravings. Sure, here and there I would want something that would take a bit of self-control and willpower to say no to, but for the most part it went pretty smoothly.
Until one evening.
Some stresses had been building up for the past few days, and on this particular evening I was feeling discouraged and very frustrated. And suddenly, I was craving chocolate. Ice cream. Wine. You name it, I wanted it.
I managed to not succumb to the temptations that were threatening, but it dawned on me how much food can be a crutch. Or something we use to comfort ourselves. Or reward ourselves. Or numb ourselves. We feel a bit stressed or put under pressure, and it’s just knee-jerk to use food or drink for consolation.
I don’t think most of us are concerned about this. So what, right? Except when we turn to cookies, we probably aren’t turning to God who would love to have us bring our struggles to him in prayer. We probably aren’t even turning to friends, which is also what God has provided for comfort, encouragement and counsel.
What’s worse is we end up subconsciously teaching our children this habit. Lose a game? Let’s all go out for ice cream. Celebrating a birthday? Let’s binge on fluorescent cake and chemicals labeled as candy. Get all A’s? Let’s splurge on sugary junk.
Our children get the message loud and clear. Food, particularly the completely non-nourishing, disease-causing kind, is the perfect reward, comforter, and joy.
What if food was just food? What if, when I did want to indulge, I based my choices on thoughtful consideration instead of ingrained habit? What if I only enjoyed a piece of chocolate or a glass of wine when I simply wanted to revel in it’s taste? What if I celebrated birthdays with fresh strawberries and real whipped cream? What if a treat could be one hearty homemade cookie?
This has been a long, gradual change in our home, one that I often let slip and (even more frustrating) one that is constantly undermined by our culture’s mindless traditions and foolish patterns. I’m trying hard to instill in my children a different way of viewing food.
But first I have to view it differently myself.






