I’m sure most of you have heard the story about the frog and the boiling water:
If you try to put a frog in boiling water you will have a fight on your hands. However, if you try put a frog in a pot of tepid water it will jump right in. As you slowly turn up the heat the frog has no clue that it is
swimming in hot water about to boil to death.
The same can be said about unhealthy behavior patterns that lead to bad circumstances. Most people will avoid jumping into a circumstance that is already at the boiling point. However, it is fairly common for people to dip their toes into a situation that might have the potential of being
detrimental somewhere down the road. It is just too far in the future for them to embrace the idea that their first step will lead them to their
I am a professed “toe dipper” – especially when it came to my problematic eating behaviors. The first time I indulged in a binge episode I knew that if I continued that behavior I was headed for some serious trouble. But I
rationalized that I was only going to binge (without purging) this one time which meant that it wasn’t a pattern. I determined that since I didn’t binge and purge on a daily basis that I was safe from having an eating disorder.
Soon I found myself binging a couple of times a month, but I still never purged which maintained my delusion of not having an eating disorder. My obsession with binging rapidly became a weekly habit. And still I preserved the absurd idea that I did not, under any circumstance, have an eating disorder.
Then one day I grabbed my favorite pair of jeans out my dresser, slipped them on, and got the shock of my life. I couldn’t even get the jeans up over my thighs. My weight gain had been gradual enough that I hadn’t really noticed that I had put on over 20+ pounds. I waddled into the
bathroom, with my jeans in their stuck position, to glare at my reflection in the mirror. The person staring back at me was a stranger.
Unfortunately, my binging was out of control by this time. I was unable to stop my behavior. The end result was my topping the scales at almost 240 pounds and having a stroke at 32 years old.
My journey from being a tepid water “toe dipper” to a person swimming in boiling hot water was a gradual process. My circumstances heated up slowly enough that I never knew that I was in danger until it was too late for me to do anything.
Thankfully, it is never too late for Jesus to rescue us from our pot of boiling water.
Through inner healing, with a trained Prayer Minister, at the Glennon House the Lord has given me freedom from my penchant for toe dipping in eating disorders. I might still get tempted, but my eyes are open to the fact that the end results of giving in to the temptation are not worth risking a quick dip!