Lie to Me

My friend recently shared with me a quote she had read in a diet book.  Unfortunately, I don't recall the book or the author, nor can I quote the quote word for word.  Here is the gist: 'We have come to believe the lie that food that is bad for our health provides us with love, comfort, and joy.'  As I read the quote, I instantly thought 'thank goodness!'  Thank goodness a published author is telling the truth.  The truth that your fat, my fat, has nothing to do with willpower, or eating good food and not eating bad food, or moving more.

Then I took a breath.

For me that is only one of the lies.  Apparently, I fall more into the pathological category because I have a lot of lies.  Body lies, what's possible lies, eating lies, need lies.  Stuff like 'I could never weigh 128 pounds.  I haven't weighed that since the sixth grade.'  (Hmmm, never is a mighty long time.)  Or 'It's Valentine's Day, we always go out for a nice dinner.'  (Since when is the "day of love" defined by food.)  Or 'If only I had more time, I could cook healthier food and exercise more.'  There are a few versions to this one - more money, more knowledge, more willpower.  (I sense a little irony in the MORE of something will lead to LESS of me.)

I have contracted these lies over a life time.  Like an iron pipe that builds up rust over years from the weather - it's not a single storm that marks the pipe.  There are some from early childhood, my college days, and now adulthood.

But for every lie there is an equal truth, and truth dissolves fat.  So, shout "Hooray!"  This means that revealing the lie is like breaking out a little sandpaper for the rusty pipe.  Begin to believe the truth, rather than the lie and we can move forward rust-free.