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I had made up my mind last night that I would eat very light today and try to jump start my weight loss program.  Soooo, I had an iced coffee to start my day and decided I would stop by the store for something to eat after my night class.  I went into the store and started in the produce department, where I picked up grapes, cantaloupe, bananas, onions, mushrooms and I was feeling pretty good about getting a healthy start, but as I rounded the bread isle my hunger pains began to kick in and I started throwing all kinds of fattening, fast foods in my cart.  It started with beef hot dogs, and by the time I made it to the deli dept, I had a double layer german chocolate, a 12 piece deli fried chicken out of the cold case, a foot long monster roast beef sandwich and as I picked up a loaf of processed cheese and read the “nutrition” label, a man I’ve never met with nothing in his cart started talking to me about maintaining a long, healthy, beautiful life by selecting unprocessed foods and taking care of my body.  I started to brush him off quickly and walk away, but I found myself staring into his face without saying a word and letting him minister to me for three or four minutes.  I felt like his showing up was devine intervention, because I had fully intended on going home and eating as much of the chocolate cake, fried chicken and sub sandwich as I could keep down.  After a few minutes, I told the man that he had made me feel sufficiently guillty, I thanked him and I turned and walked back into the deli department.  I put the cake and chicken back and I looked around for a single serving of something sweet, but nothing seemed appetizing.  I went to the freezer section, where I picked up 10 lean cuisine entrees for the week and I put my beef hot dog in the freezer (shhhhh) and I went to the check out lane.  I had effectively emptied the junk food from my cart and came home ready to eat a healthy dinner.  As I put my groceries in the car, I can’t tell you the inexplicable feeling I had that God had sent this man to the store specifically to talk to me about how I was killing myself with my bad food choices and lack of exercise.  I was so grateful, just thinking about it now makes me want to cry.

I came home and I ate 1/2 of a cantaloupe, 1/3 of the roast beef sub, and a 250 cal chicken alfredo florentine noodle entree.