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MountainWings A MountainWings Moment #1291 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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Goodies ======= I had just finished my run and exited the shower. My five-year-old son asked me, "Daddy, why do you run?" "I run to stay healthy," I answered. "Will running keep you healthy?" he inquired. "Have you ever seen Daddy sick?" I asked him. He pondered his memory and in his brief time on earth, he couldn't recall his father ever being sick. "So running keeps you from getting sick?" he asked again. "It helps, Daddy does a lot of other things to stay healthy, Daddy eats healthy food and that helps too," I said figuring that would completely answer his questions. "You don't eat any goodies?" he asked, pausing for my answer. I paused. "Goodies aren't good for you are they?" he stated and waited. "Not usually," I slowly answered. "I only eat one goodie a day," he remarked. "I know goodies aren't good for you, so that's why I only eat one goodie a day," he said proudly. I still paused. Yes, I run. Yes, I have an extremely healthy diet compared to the standard. Yes, I also have a "goodie" problem. What are goodies? My son never defined them and neither did I. We both knew. Goodies are not just things that taste good. Apples, bananas, strawberries, oranges, watermelons, and the rest of the fruits taste good, but they weren't what we were talking about. We were talking about goodies, the things that taste good, but weren't particularly good for you. Usually, goodies are not only not particularly good for you; they are often particularly bad for you. They taste good. Real good. I have a particular weakness for Mr. Goodbars. I am a chemist by educational training. I understand more than most the high amount of fat, sugar, salt, and other stuff in unhealthy excess in each bar. I understand the psychoactive effect of chocolate, see the issue, Weeds and Seeds, http://www.mountainwings.com/past/1184.htm With all of that understanding, that little yellow and red package often calls me from the shelf: "Here I am!" "I taste so good!" "One or two of me won't hurt, you deserve it!" "No one will know!" You know the sound. The voice calling you may not be from a Mr. Goodbar, but you've got your own set of goodies. We all do. Too often I have said, "no more goodies for me." That held up fine until. . . Until. . . I got weak Until. . . The pressure of the week seemed to melt away in the brown world of a chocolate bar. Goodies allow us a brief minute of escape. On the day that my anti-goodie resolve breaks, I don't just eat one goodie, I eat far too many. My son had a grasp of things. He had set a limit. One goodie a day. I learned something from him that day, "The law of the discipline of moderation." I am NOT talking about the things that you should absolutely stay away from, you know what those are too. I am talking about the things in the "goodie" area. I preached a sermon once about resisting temptation. I told the congregation my greatest food temptation was Mr. Goodbars because I liked them so much. A month later, a member presented me with a box of 24 Mr. Goodbars. They remained unopened in my house for weeks. Until. . . Know anyone with a goodie problem? Forward this to them; my son has something to tell them. ~A MountainWings Original~ Thank you for inviting MountainWings in your mailbox. See you tomorrow.
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