Yesterday afternoon, for the first time during Lent, I faced a real moment of temptation. I attended an after school meeting and some well-meaning soul had placed a pile of candy treats right smack in the middle of our table. I found myself sitting opposite a box of dots, a number of multi-flavored taffy chews, a "whole lotta" tootsie rolls-all assorted sizes and a delicious looking pile of tootsie pops and blow pops. The colors were so beautiful. The flavors beckoned to me. The afternoon light coming through the window danced so delightfully around and through the edges of the wrapping papers and white twist ties and the names of the flavors spelled out so tastefully on the waxed bits of paper. The worst time of day for me in every way possible is in the later afternoon...from about 3:30 until around 7:00 pm. I know this, but the mind is a difficult thing to subdue. Especially when I am staring at a plethora of sweets.
I am amazed how down I can feel at this time of day. This time for me is where the battlefield of the mind lies. All the unresolved unknowns about the future come out of hiding and swirl around in my head. I become fearful. I become sad. I become discouraged. I become disheartened. I become unmotivated. However, I feel that progress reared its head today. I knew that no matter how I felt, I did not want to turn to food. That is huge success right there. I don't have the answer as to what I should turn to instead of food (except for exercise), but I do know what I don't want to do...and that is overeat...even at 4 pm.
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