The End of the World as We Know It

Well, to qualify this post, let me start off with a verse.

1 Corinthians 9:25-27 (Amplified Bible)

25Now every athlete who goes into training conducts himself temperately and restricts himself in all things. They do it to win a wreath that will soon wither, but we [do it to receive a crown of eternal blessedness] that cannot wither.

26Therefore I do not run uncertainly (without definite aim). I do not box like one beating the air and striking without an adversary.

27But [like a boxer] I buffet my body [handle it roughly, discipline it by hardships] and subdue it, for fear that after proclaiming to others the Gospel and things pertaining to it, I myself should become unfit [not stand the test, be unapproved and rejected as a counterfeit].

Ok, 3 verses.

I'm fat. I have actually got up to 300 pounds lately and it's not good. I tried walking up a hill this weekend and couldn't make it since I was weezing and too tired to make it. This was a hill I made it up just 4 years ago. My body hasn't deteriorated that much in 4 years to make it so I couldn't make it -- it's because my extra weight. It is time to start buffeting my body and bring it under submission. It just isn't about the weight though. It is about my love affair with food to the point of food being my idol.
I am going to take an experiment. I believe I must have an intolerance to dairy because I will eat some cheese or drink milk and not too long later, my insides are all torn to pieces. But I have dealt with that because I love the taste of cheese. Cheese is #4 on my list of favorite food. #1 is shrimp. #2 is pineapple. #3 is cheesecake and #4 is cheese. Yes, I have thought about this.
So to see if I do have lactose intolerance, I am going to seriously cut the amount of cheese I eat to almost nothing if not out all together. It is time to start disciplining my body and make it slave instead of me being the slave of my hungers and desires.
In time, if this experiment works and my insides are spared the racing, I may end up starting to take LactAid or whatever else lactose assistance pills, but I'll self-diagnose first. That's something else I'll have to work on later. After all, Luke was a doctor.
I need to start walking again at work.