This book.
This stupid book,, which I think I learned about from Instapundit.
Who knew?
Who knew that all I needed was permission to eat a sandwich for lunch, if I really wanted to? None of this crazy trying to live with 20 net carbs a day, nosireebob. Keep it to 50 grams of carbs or less per day, and the weight is just melting off. A Turkey and Tomato Sandwich for lunch, and I’m good to go.
No sense of deprivation. A big sense of wonder, and thankful praise.
Who knew?
This book.
This stupid book, I love.
But do you know what really, really is behind it all?
Making a general confession. On a retreat, I made a General Confession, of my whole life, and I quite literally felt an ages old weight lift from my chest. It left me finally able to deal with my weight. I love the book; buy the book. But confession. Really. A deep, thorough confession, and its attendant grace, was the impetus for my being able to not just love the book, but keep the discipline. Thanks be to God.