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When Life Gives You Lemons....

WLC Day 8

Today begins our 2nd week of the Whole Life Challenge. I'm surprised at the difference in taste after just a week of this new diet. Namely, in how I think about sugar.

Sugar is in at least 70% of the foods that I was eating on a regular basis. At least. I would be curious to know what the percentage actually is, but it was up there.

We've all heard the phrase: "If life gives you lemons--make lemonade."
Not true!
Lemonade has sugar in it and that isn't good for you in the long run.
If life gives you lemons--make lemon water. 
That's how the phrase should go.

If you think about it, lemon water really isn't all that bad either. Whenever I dine at one of them fancy restaurants the waiter always asks me if I would like lemon water. If you have curbed your appetite for sweet, than even lemon water sounds exotic.

But if you are only used to having lemons with sugar, than the thought of lemon water will sound pretty sour to you. Sour water does not sound pleasant to someone who has lemonade all the time.

Proverbs 27:7 says A sated man loathes honey, but to a famished man any bitter thing is sweet.

If life is rotten but you keep indulging in things that make it sweeter than it is on its own, eventually you will wake up one day with an addiction to sugar and you won't have helped your lemon problem at all.
As a society, we keep telling ourselves that we deserve a reward, especially when things are bad. We self-medicate with our glowing screens and sugary foods. We add so much of life's good things (carbs, sex, TV, etc) that when the good things stop, we think life is sour. The fact is that life isn't sour, it just is normal.

So if life gives you lemons, use those lemons to remember that everything else in your life is actually quite sweet! When lemons hit you, remember all the juicy, savory things in your life and dwell on those.

Philippians 4:8
 Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. 


Fun fact, lemons are actually pretty good for you. Check out this article to read more. 

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