For since He Himself was tempted in that which He has suffered, He is able to come to the aid of those who are tempted.
Temptations abound in the world. Sometimes I wish I could just retreat to a bubble of safety and goodness rather like a snail pulling back into its shell. Then I realize college is a bubble of safety and goodness compared to the company-eat-rookie real world, and I quake at the thought of graduating.
But temptations still abound, even in this bubblicious college campus. For example: Temptation 1: I always feel the temptation not to eat. I feel disgusted with myself for eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner with the greatest of joi de vivre; then I feel disgusted for feeling disgusted because in my mind I know eating is a good thing. Then I think, No I should only eat twice a day like Ian and Luke. But I give in to the temptation of a bowl of granola for breakfast or sandwich and banana for lunch, and feel disgusted afresh. The hard part is to give in to the temptation of healthy food, and not to the temptation of starvation.
Temptation 2 and 3: there is the temptation not to exercise and the widely-experienced feelings of guilt associated with lack of said exercise. Sure, my computer is alluring (ex: I spent 25 minutes on this), its sleek aluminum body gleaming, its dual monitors winking brightly, its optical mouse gleaming red. The whole thing begs for use, although I surely use it eight hours a day already. For the Heaven’s sake, get me away from the machine! So there is temptation of the computer in relation to not exercising and that compounded with my innate laziness and the constantly snowy weather results in…me feeling disgusted with myself again! The temptation not to exercise is amazingly strong when I most need to move my blood around. So I try to do push-ups and sit-ups in the morning to appease my psyche but still I feel my jeans tighten about my once-slender waist. See also: temptation 1.
Temptation 4: who wants to do homework, especially with 10 days of class left until we get to fly home to the rainy Pacific Northwest? Especially in biology, although I know that a grade isn’t the only issue at stake here, still I cannot dredge up enough mental energy to read the chapter on coelomate invertebrates. The pervasiveness of the WPI slacker-disease is incredible; it strikes without warning and has an almost 100% fatality rate. Yet it is only a WPI problem, but a personal problem. I work hard, very hard, out of fear of failure and as a result tend to succeed well enough. My intelligence is nothing compared to most WPI students’ and so I must make up for it in work. What happens when I start relaxing a little bit? That’s the temptation.
– KF –
10 days to home.