Throwing off hindrances and entanglements

[Posted for CONTEMPLATION & REFLECTION, not necessarily IMITATION]

So far this year I have completely thrown off:
Sugar [to prevent fat ACCUMULATION]
Alcohol [to prevent INEBRIATION]
Smart phone [to prevent DISTRACTION]

The outcome in each case was:
TREPIDATION
FRUSTRATION &
CONSTERNATION

Which turned to:
COMPENSATION
SATISFACTION &
LIBERATION

Due to a beautiful increase in:
CONSIDERATION
INTERACTION &
MEDITATION

It should be noted that my actions were driven more by REACTION than INSTIGATION because I am one of those dullards who learns more by the need for CONTRITION than the presence of CONVICTION.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.
- Hebrews 12:1-2

Resist the danish and he will flee from you

It's 2015 and I'm the oldest and fattest I've ever been.

Oldest, for all the usual reasons. Fattest, because when I turned 34 my body switched to one of those new low-flow metabolisms.

Which is completely unfair because I was never trained in the art of food avoidance for the sake of figure retention. Up to this point, I thought that people for whom "a moment on the lips, forever on the hips" was more than an idle threat just had something broken. 

When my friend, Guy, suggested I try a low-carb diet I took to it with the gusto of a self-flagellating penitent. Out went the cereals, the breads, and, Lor' have mercy! every divine incarnation of the potato. I took up my cross, and determined to put to death every trans fat transgression.

When I was younger I used to smoke. Then I chose not to smoke any more. This feels like that. 

I had no idea how tight a grip fast food had on my brain. As I write this my head is swimming in a reservoir of deep-fried images, drenched in canola-soaked memories, befuddled by the yearning that wracks the mind, body and soul of a rehabilitating junkie.

And yet.

Over the past 3 weeks i've not only seen the needle on the bathroom scale fall to the tune of 10 metric kilograms, i've also noticed an increase - an increase in my capacity to resist all manner of temptations. First it was the neon lights of the kebab shop that slowly began to lose their lustrous lure, but it's gone beyond that - it feels like I'm growing in my capacity to resist other temptations as well.

Is this a thing? Can resisting hot chips help a man resist hot chicks? (Apologies.)

I feel like i've heard something like this before, so I search around and find the Apostle Paul and his stirring words to the Corinthian church:

Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.
— 1 Corinthians 9

It seems that when it comes to temptations, resistance begets resistance. Besting the carnal call of base desires seems to enable us to overcome greater adversaries. I'm not sure I can keep up this low-carb-lark forever, but I've learned a valuable lesson in my quest for a lifetime of obedience.