If you had asked me even a few months ago what my favorite food was, I wouldn’t have hesitated.
Donuts.
Not just any donuts — the ones from the little shop in my hometown.
I find myself back in that town fairly often these days. It’s layered with memory for me and almost every time I’m there, I stop at that donut shop. It’s tradition. It’s comfort. It’s familiar.
I was in town and my daughter and I drove through. The shop has an old-fashioned drive-through window — no speaker, just the slide of the glass and a warm box passed hand to hand.
The smell drifted in.
And I felt… calm.
No inner pull.
No “Well, since I’m here.”
No automatic yes.
Just calm.
My daughter offered to share one with me.
“Are you sure?”
And I could honestly say, “No thank you. I’m full. I don’t really want one.”
That might sound small.
But for me, it felt powerful.
Because donuts weren’t just dessert. They were comfort. Reward. A soft landing on emotional days. They were part of my story.
And something is changing.
This year of living Held, Not Measured has been less about food rules and more about attention. I threw away the scale. I stopped chasing numbers. I started asking quieter questions:
Am I hungry?
What am I actually needing?
Is food the answer here?
This morning, it wasn’t.
I had already eaten. My body was steady. My heart felt anchored. I had whispered simple prayers in the car — nothing dramatic, just honest. I was reminded again that I am held by a God who does not measure me by what I consume or resist.
So the donuts didn’t feel forbidden.
They just didn’t feel necessary.
I will absolutely eat donuts again. I don’t want a life of restriction. But I want to eat them because I truly want one — not because I’m there, not because it’s tradition, not because it’s who I’ve always been.
The most surprising part?
It didn’t feel dramatic.
It felt normal.
Normal because I was simply listening to my body.
Powerful because food used to have more say than that.
Sometimes growth doesn’t announce itself.
Sometimes it sits quietly in a drive-through line in your hometown.
And sometimes the sweetest freedom is discovering that something you once thought owned you… doesn’t anymore.
The Day the Donuts Didn’t Call My Name
If you had asked me even a few months ago what my favorite food was, I wouldn’t have hesitated.Donuts.Not just any donuts — the ones from the little shop in…
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Powerful message!
You are so strong!! Love it! You inspire me every day!!!
Thank you ❤️
Great message, sweet Michelle 🥰
Thank you Dana 😊