I used to serve as pastor to a delightful young woman who was a physiologist. A committed health nut, she probably weighed all of 90 pounds soaking wet. She ran about five miles per day and actually seemed to enjoy counting fat grams. Though a truly charming young lady, she was not much of a realist. I note that because one of her goals was to make me as skinny as she was. Following a trip to a church conference at Lake Junaluska, North Carolina, I made the mistake of telling her that I had stopped at the Biltmore Dairy Bar in Asheville and had eaten vanilla ice cream. "Why did you do that?" she raged. "You should've ordered frozen yogurt!" "I tried, but they wouldn't let me," I answered honestly. She was obviously dumbfounded. "I don't believe that," she said. "Why wouldn't they let you o…