As an adult I felt hopeless, lost in the “hell” of extreme weight gain. I knew how to lose weight by dieting, but I did not know how to keep it off. So I would lose and then, gain it back again plus more. It’s a horrible existence.
When I was a kid I heard my mother and grandmother talking about how much weight I had gained and how they kept just having to buy me bigger and bigger clothes.
“It’s like she can’t stop gaining weight,” my mother said. She was frustrated at having to buy me new clothes with a small budget. But this was the beginning of it. “I can’t lose weight” began to take root in me as a truth.
Emotional Bondage
I had allowed an emotion to become a core life value. The only way I can describe it is hopelessness. My mother and my grandmother’s words left me feeling hopeless. I accepted them as facts. I can’t lose weight. I’ll never be able to lose weight. All I do is gain weight.
When the emotion of hopelessness over my situation would surface there would be only recourse for me. I would eat, preferably something made with sugar and flour, something like my grandmother would have made.
I fed the emotion of hopelessness with the only thing I knew would quiet it and allow me to go about a somewhat normal state of emotions. It would anesthetize my pain for a short while. Then, I’d need more to get the same feeling. If this sounds like an addictive cycle, it is.
I continued to do this throughout my life, through various trials and temptations, always giving in, never taking a stand. When I finally came to the end of myself and totally surrendered to what God had been telling me, my life transformed completely. The switch in my brain happened in an instant—the moment I recognized the truth. The truth is I can lose weight if I stop eating sugar.
I Am Weak
The reality of how to do this was the challenge. I was, and still am, like Paul. I have a weakness. Scripture doesn’t tell us what Paul’s weakness was. It does tell us he asked God three times to remove it.
Eventually he realized, “So I wouldn’t get a big head, I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. Satan’s angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees. No danger then of walking around high and mighty! At first I didn’t think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. Three times I did that, and then he told me, ‘My grace is enough; it’s all you need. My strength comes into its own in your weakness'” (2 Corinthians 12:7-9, MSG).
Paul learned humanity has limitations. Those limitations, though, are not reasons to quit. They should lead us to understand, the weaker we get, the stronger we become (see 2 Corinthians 12:10) when we rely totally on God’s strength instead of our own.
My weakness for certain foods was there to help me understand I need to rely more fully on God. Instead, I took things into my own hands and made the mess bigger and bigger until I got to the point I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, I couldn’t overcome the pull certain foods have on me without God’s help.
Yet, there were times I was sure my issue was so big, even God couldn’t help me. My lifeline was what God told Paul. “My grace is enough. It’s all you need. My strength comes into its own in your weakness” (2 Corinthians 12:9, MSG).
As long as I was trying to do it on my own, I had rendered His power useless in my life. Is God strong all the time? Yes, He is. Why was His strength not activated in my life? His power is only made complete when I admit my weakness and abject poverty in this area.
I was saying I needed help. In reality, the help I wanted was to keep doing what I was doing, eating what I wanted to eat and getting different results. This is the definition of insanity. I fully admit I was there. I was insane to think I could do the same thing and get different results.
Janet Perez Eckles 
Shawn Akers 
Abby Trivett