Sometimes, I cheat on my diet. My cheats aren’t sugar because that would result in an almost immediate illness. My cheats are little — a potato here, some white bread there, a little bit of fried food. However, I have found that over time these little cheats pile up and affect me just like a big cheat. But the battle goes on. It just seems more fun to eat fries than salad even though I woud be full at the end both meals. It’s like some primeval part of me  rebels against the phrase “you can’t have it.”

You who have been chosen according to the foreknowledge of God the Father, through the sanctifying work of the Spirit, to be obedient to Jesus Christ