Now the real post.
I am afraid. Very afraid.
Since Dr. Man told me last week that I had to cut back to two cups of coffee a day, I haven't thought too terribly much about. Not because I have a handle on the self-discipline or any such lofty characteristics, but because I've felt horrible. And when I feel horrible, for some reason, coffee is sort of the last thing I want. In fact, I've learned over the years that my desire for the liquid brown gold, or rather lack of desire for it, is a good barometer that gauges when I'm going to get sick.
Which brings me to why I'm afraid. I'm starting to feel a touch better. And ye olde java is starting to taste better again. And I'm heading straight for the coffee pot in the morning again. Like my friend Linda commented: Did Dr. Man know with whom he was dealing? And now that thing called discipline is going to have to kick in. Sigh.
I haven't had such great luck with the self-discipline thing when it's linked to my favorite indulgence in the past. But maybe that is the whole point. I've been relying on luck, and/or worse, my strength. Maybe this time calls for a change in attitude and viewpoint. A letting go of the "me, my & I" as the major part of the equation. Maybe I need to start relying on the One who said He would be there for me, the One who is Strong beyond measure and All -Powerful. Maybe this is the time I need to take what He said to me as my own and run with. Or in this case, "walk away" with it.
"I can do everything through Him who gives me strength."
Philippians 4:13 NIV