Pot Luck? More like You're gonna need some Luck!

Whoever started calling it a Pot Luck really meant good luck on trying no to sabotage your good eating efforts. It never fails, the minute you find yourself in these monstrous buffet situations you are faced with one of America's greatest eating challenges. How do you not offend Aunt Edna by not trying her potato salad even though Cousin Eddy brought a potato salad as well? Well, in the eyes of American's you just take a little bit of everything which makes you end up with a plate full of many different types of the same food. And then...oh no...it's time for dessert!? You are so stuffed but here you go again! Heading back to the buffet with your now unbuttoned pants for more yummy goodness. What are you left with when all is said and done? Guilt? 5 pounds? Saddlebags? Thunder Thighs? A cottage cheese butt? These all don't sound very tasty now do they. Well, then why do we do this to ourselves.
I have been trying to take a step back from my eating habits and figure out why I eat when I do and why I eat what I do. Food can be just as much as an addition as alcohol or drugs and the problem is that those of us that are addicted to food are put into situations day in and day out with overcoming obstacles. Whether it be lunch with a co-worker at a restaurant that offers whenever they want, we are faced daily with the temptations. It is like holding an AA meeting at a nothing healthy, the holiday pot luck, or a dear friend that can eat whatever they want bar! Although hopefully no one would ever do that, we can go to work and find Donuts, chocolate jars and again with the Pot Lucks!?
So, what to do? There IS help! God CAN and WILL provide HIS power, if we seek Him with all our heart, praying only for knowledge of His will for us! This means we would also be willing to take that first step of reaching out for help and surrounding ourselves with the necessary support of others who are WINNING over food or chemical dependency. When was the last time you took a step away from the buffet and prayed for help. You just may get exactly what you are asking for, a friend that understands and is there to help, instead of the badonkadonk cottage cheese butt left behind after the buffet battlefield is over.