I’m absolutely stoked that I get to share my latest epiphany with you on Valentine’s Day (hence the red dress), and soon you’ll see why.

It was exactly a year ago that I was miraculously healed of my sugar addiction, and I had shared with you my tale [IN THIS POST]. But after having had my second baby, I didn’t expect sleep deprivation to up such a notch (most nights I’m up 2-5 times *sad face*), so once again, I turned to the quickest source of comfort- sugary foods.

Despite my best intentions to shoo sugar out of my diet, I had a major saccharine feast last week. Bars and bars of chocolates and cookies managed to find their way into me. I just couldn’t help it. They *ahem* overpowered me…

Guess when you skip breakfast and play with fire (translate “I’ll just have one Cadbury Favourite thank you”) you’re going to be tempted, and burnt.

Sugar tastes sweet for a moment but its bitter physiological and emotional effects last much longer. For me anyway. As soon as the syrupy sensations left my mouth, a flood of guilt and shame came over me. I’ll never be able to fit into my clothes again (yes this dress is tighter than it was [HERE])… Where did my self-control go?! I can’t believe I let it beat me. Again.

It seems that despite how many health podcasts I listen to, wellness gurus I try to follow, books I read about proper nutrition, and healthy meals I cook, sugar still has a hold of me.

I remember standing there in my kitchen, feeling dejected and defeated. All I could utter was this short and simple prayer: “God, help me!” I was at my wit’s end.

Something amazing happened. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a plaque on our kitchen wall with this verse on it, “As for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.”

That’s it! My sugar addiction was not merely a physiological dependence but an issue of my heart. Sugar has become an idol in my life. I turned to it in all of life’s circumstances- whether for comfort, strength or satisfaction. But as with all idols, sooner or later they all demand a sacrifice…

At that moment, I realized, “As for me and my household, we will serve the Lord, not food!“

So this Valentine’s Day, I’m returning to my first love. No not food, not fashion, not even my spouse (because my love for him has never wavered:), but the Lord. Only He can remove my sins and the idols of my heart. Only He can transform me from the inside out. And only He can give me true comfort, strength and satisfaction.

Happy Valentine’s Day lovely!