Diet

As I write this, it is after midnight on the Monday morning after Easter. For whatever reason, I couldn't bring myself to sit down and write. I didn't know what to say. I still don't know what to say, as I've just had to pray, "Lord, give me the words to write."

I've been going through a physical trial this week. Recently, I've begun to suffer digestive problems that have forced a change of diet for me. When I went to the doctor, he told me that I needed to start eating more fiber, especially in the form of oatmeal.

For three straight mornings, I ate a bowl of oatmeal with flaxseeds. I cannot eat oatmeal without legitimately having to suppress the urge to vomit. I realized that I could not keep up eating a more healthy breakfast if it made me feel so nasty to eat. So starting Saturday morning, kale salads for breakfast. Tomorrow, I'm going to start adding canned chicken; I need more protein.

I did have too much carne asada today, especially as I've eaten very little red meat lately. I've already had to give up both sausage and pretzels, neither of which sit well with me, figuratively speaking. For a few days, I was heavily craving chicken. Most of the time, I was starving as I wasn't eating much; it was all I could do to figure out what I could eat.

There are some things that for the time being, I don't really want to eat anymore. For one thing, I don't want to eat French fries. At the moment, eating a lot of cooked potato seems really unpleasant. Also, I cannot bring myself to eat white rice. For one thing, I don't need to be eating so much starch. Secondly, it just reminds me of eating oatmeal.

I've wondered if there's something God is trying to teach me something. I know I've needed to make some changes to my diet, and I've also prayed that God would teach me self-control. I guess this whole thing has shown me that there are a number of areas where I need to cultivate self-control.