Better

mmmmm sugary goodness of Sunkist. The drink that will be the end of me. It is one of the (few) things in my life that is hard for me to resist. It is sooooooo good. The combination of sweetness with a delicious orange tangy twisty kick as it glids over the taste buds. Yes I said tangy twisty kick although such simple words really don’t do the wonderful beverage justice.

Although Sunkist is one of the greatest inventions of men, standing parrallel with the space shuttle and the snuggie, I can’t help but think that the 420 calories in a 24oz bottle aren’t assisting me in maintaining my girlish figure. So I want to drop 40 pounds and fit into my high school stone wash jeans (hmmm for high school I would actually need to loose 90 pounds and lets be realistic the stone wash look isn’t coming back), but everyday the nectar of the soda calls to me and my head immediately rushes into hmmm how can I justify this…?

I think this is more then a simple matter of self control (which I definitely believe is part of it) I think it all comes down to what I believe is better. Is it better to have a delicious drink or be able to fit in my pants…. they do make bigger pants, right? I find this application is true in most areas of my life. I look at what I want to do and look at what God tells me is better for me and I blow him off for the momentary goodness that never really satisfies. Yet for some strange reason over and over I keep coming back to the drink that never satisfies….

What do you keep going back to?