A Sack of Potatoes

As of yesterday, 3.5 weeks into my Hope dream, I've lost exactly one sack of potatoes. {Jackson could hardly hoist it up. So that felt good to see.}

One 10 pound sack that is.

I'm not going to focus on the fact that I need to lose several more sacks of potatoes.

NOPE.

Rather, I'm going to say no to the French fries that could be made out of these potatoes and continue being obedient in this area of my life.

I feel HOPE. I know God wants me to live HOPE out loud. And so that's what I'm going to do.

@@@ One potato at a time. @@@

Until I am free from the idol of food.

And in case you're thinking that I'm so diligent or self-controlled or whatever ... actually, it really has nothing to do with me. God has been showing up BIG-TIME ... helping me each day. I get overwhelmed the minute I start thinking of ALL the weight that needs to be lost. So instead, I get up in the morning, and ask God to help me for that day ... to make healthy choices. To say no to temptation. To not live for and love food.

Please keep praying. Already I am feeling a HOPE that I probably have never felt before {at least in this area of my life.}