Dear Eve,
Might I have a minute of your time? You see, I've been doing this healthy eating thing so I totally understand being tempted by food. Boy, do I ever totally get how we want the one thing we are told we can't have.
And I get that your "thing" must have been fruit. Mine would have been a brownie bush with luscious from a box brownies dangling from the ends of the limbs.
Or a Cheez-its shrub- with its delightful processed, fake cheese goodness flecked with salt, bet you can't eat just one- calling my name.
And I even totally get how Satan knows our weak spots and specifically crafts temptations in the most manipulative kind of ways.
I'll give you the perfect example. I happen to love the game of Scrabble. Ever heard of it? It's a wonderful game. We should totally play when I get to heaven. Anyhow, do you know what has just hit the market? CHEEZ-ITs with Scrabble letters on them!!!
And do you know when they hit said market?
The week that my hormones have been totally giving me a hissy fit of epic proportions.
Thus, the reason for my little note here. Please tell me that one bite of fruit was worth it. I'm having such a hard time understanding that it was. Not that I am one ounce of bitter. But sweet honey child, did you know what that bite would cost us women?
I suspect you do.
Because I think the minute you took that bite, your hormones went from being like a trickling steam of all things rosy and feminine, to raging rivers of rock-dashing currents.
...And suddenly you wanted to hurt somebody for leaving the left overs out overnight which meant you had to THROW AWAY tomorrow night's dinner.
...And cellulite gripped your thighs holding them hostage the rest of your life.
...And then you were sure Adam totally thought your backside looked big in your fig leaf dress.
...And you cried big tears unable to explain the insanity that took over your otherwise stable mind. Not to mention the realization of causing the very downfall of all mankind.
Anyhow. I'm totally not bitter.
Just curious. When all that hit you, was there some kind of natural, homeopathic remedy you grabbed on the way out of the perfect garden that helped you deal with those hormonal attacks? If so, help a sister out and do share.
Or, at least get one of my bloggy sisters to share.
That's all. Have a great day. Looking forward to our Cheez-it's Scrabble game in heaven one day. The calories don't count there, right?
Might I have a minute of your time? You see, I've been doing this healthy eating thing so I totally understand being tempted by food. Boy, do I ever totally get how we want the one thing we are told we can't have.
And I get that your "thing" must have been fruit. Mine would have been a brownie bush with luscious from a box brownies dangling from the ends of the limbs.
Or a Cheez-its shrub- with its delightful processed, fake cheese goodness flecked with salt, bet you can't eat just one- calling my name.
And I even totally get how Satan knows our weak spots and specifically crafts temptations in the most manipulative kind of ways.
I'll give you the perfect example. I happen to love the game of Scrabble. Ever heard of it? It's a wonderful game. We should totally play when I get to heaven. Anyhow, do you know what has just hit the market? CHEEZ-ITs with Scrabble letters on them!!!
And do you know when they hit said market?
The week that my hormones have been totally giving me a hissy fit of epic proportions.
Thus, the reason for my little note here. Please tell me that one bite of fruit was worth it. I'm having such a hard time understanding that it was. Not that I am one ounce of bitter. But sweet honey child, did you know what that bite would cost us women?
I suspect you do.
Because I think the minute you took that bite, your hormones went from being like a trickling steam of all things rosy and feminine, to raging rivers of rock-dashing currents.
...And suddenly you wanted to hurt somebody for leaving the left overs out overnight which meant you had to THROW AWAY tomorrow night's dinner.
...And cellulite gripped your thighs holding them hostage the rest of your life.
...And then you were sure Adam totally thought your backside looked big in your fig leaf dress.
...And you cried big tears unable to explain the insanity that took over your otherwise stable mind. Not to mention the realization of causing the very downfall of all mankind.
Anyhow. I'm totally not bitter.
Just curious. When all that hit you, was there some kind of natural, homeopathic remedy you grabbed on the way out of the perfect garden that helped you deal with those hormonal attacks? If so, help a sister out and do share.
Or, at least get one of my bloggy sisters to share.
That's all. Have a great day. Looking forward to our Cheez-it's Scrabble game in heaven one day. The calories don't count there, right?
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