So, the org. I work for had a fundraising event at a freakin’ restaurant today. Yeah. That was super fun.
Strangely enough, the most tempting thing to me was bread. Surrounding by fried naughtiness and cheesecakes and things that smelled yummy—-and all I wanted was the loaf of bread. Ah well, I am Queen of the Carbs, now and forever. So be it. I made it through without a hitch…and then was trapped with take out for the too-pregnant-to-travel co-worker for another 40 minutes in the car.
Not to get all Bridget Jones on y’all, but:
Am triumphant, goddess like food defeating creature.
Went to an amazing lecture by the co-founder of an organization that has spent 27 years mobilizing people to collectively and non-violently feed the homeless—-and for their troubles have been arrested, threatened and beaten by the police. IN OUR COUNTRY. They are on the FBI Terrorist Watch list. For feeding the homeless.
For. Feeding. The. Homeless.
Other than the disgusting reality of THAT little piece, it reminded me that food is so much more than we give it credit for. It is sustanence. It can prolong life with its presence, it can end life in its absence. It is something that should be a Universal RIGHT for all human beings. And it is something that I have long abused when so very many suffer and die without it every day, every hour, every minute. Ironically, I run an organization that works in food rescue and I still have a hard time realizing this.
Changing my relationship with food is a-number one on my list of things to walk away from this fast with. And if that includes re-dedicating myself to making sure that those who do not have the chance to overeat, to diet, to worry about gaining weight are supported and cared for, well wonderful.
For so many, for too many…every single day is a fast and it sure as hell isn’t by choice.