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Stalked By Celery

9 Mar

Right now, I’m munching on celery.  Mostly because I’m hungry and it’s a negative calorie food.  Yup, it takes more energy to consume and digest than the empty calories contained in the stalk.  You’d think we weight-conscious Americans would be downing the vegetable by the bagful.  You would think, wouldn’t you?

However, there’s a problem with celery—it’s unpleasant.  It doesn’t taste great, it’s stringy tentacles get stuck in my teeth, and it’s texture is bizarre.  In fact, the only way I can scarf the stuff down is by putting peanut butter on it or dipping it in salad dressing, thereby making a negative calorie food a positive calorie food.  Leave it to me to take something healthy and turn it on its head.

Of course, it’s not as bad as the vanilla yogurt we have in the fridge, which has Butterfinger crumbs in a special container on the lid.  Ooooh, crunchy!  Nothing like adding a smashed-up candy bar to bland ol’ yogurt for a boost.

So I’m trying to add more fruits and vegetables and other healthy adult foods to my diet, but it’s hard.  Actually, fruits aren’t a problem.  I love fruit—of all types.  I could land on a desert island, eat fruit all my days, and be a happy girl.  Of course, my blood sugar would shoot way up and I’d go into a diabetic coma, so my days, though happy, would be numbered.  Plus, it’s time to act grown up and eat like an adult.

Buuuuut, I just don’t like vegetables.  Some vegetables are both raw and cooked like carrots and mushrooms (which is technically fungus).  Other vegetables like corn and broccoli taste better when cooked.  But when vegetables aren’t cooked correctly (too hard or too soft), they’re gross.  Plus, apparently we’re cooking half the nutrients right out of ‘em.

Salad.  Salad’s a good choice, right?  Leafy greens, carrots, mushrooms, those little mini-corn cob things that I don’t eat but look really cute, cheese, ham cubes, bacon bits, some diced eggs, and lots of salad dressing.  Lots.  Because low-cal and fat-free salad dressing is gross.  And those leafy greens can be better tasting, so best to stick with some safe Romaine and iceberg lettuce.  Now my chef salad has become a messy clump of supposedly healthy fat.  Good grief!  I might as well get a Big Mac at McDonald’s and save myself the misery.

I’m not going to do that.  I’m going to keep trying to eat better because I want to be feel good about myself and more importantly, live a healthy lifestyle.  I have to admit that changing my life for the better this past month has been exhausting, and yet I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.  I feel better about myself and I’m more connected with others and with God.  I’m still a work in progress (like always until the day I die), but at least I am making progress with my work.  Look at that, my celery is finished.  I guess it wasn’t so bad.  Sigh.  I wonder if we have any carrots.

Blog Action Day:: Poverty Sucks

14 Oct
A squatter settlement outside a church.

A squatter settlement outside a church.

http://blogactionday.org

Last year when I was at a convention in Atlanta, I got a free shirt that reads, “Poverty Sucks.” The irony was that while I was in the city, I learned how much poverty really does suck as I walked a mile from my hotel to the convention center each day. Each time I was approached by a vagabond asking for my help, and I turned him or her away. I didn’t want to get mugged, right?

Yet the more I face poverty, the less shocked I become.  To see a woman shuffling down the street with all her possessions in a shopping cart is “just how it is.”  The tent city under the bridges in the urban area of town are just there.  It’s sick the excuses we make to allow poverty to go on in our cities.  We dismiss the homeless as mentally ill drug addicts who are up to no good.  When, in fact, I met some perfectly lovely individuals living in shelters while doing my graduate school internship.  One man in particular was brilliant.  He just happened to fall on tough times, and here he was traveling on the bus across town to grab lunch in a soup kitchen.  I’m sure if I asked “Ted” if poverty sucked, he would agree that it does.

The thing with poverty is that it’s not just overseas in desperate areas like Rwanda or Kenya–it’s right here in the United States.  Yet we step over the stinkin’ corpses of our own impoverished to do what’s fashionable–to donate gobs of money and time to overseas work.  Yes, there are areas in the world whose homeless suffer far worse than homeless people in the U.S.  Still, it bothers me to think that only a few miles away, a family could be sleeping in a tent held together with duct tape because the shelters are full.  I pity the man who’s belly aches with hunger pains and the woman who’s hiding away in a shelter.

On days like these, I want to take action.  I want to build a million houses so everyone has a place to live; I want to bake a million cookies so no one has to starve (though they may all go into sugar shock), and I want to build wells on every continent in the world so that everyone can have free water.  If I had one wish, today it would be for poverty to cease.

But then I remember what Jesus said, “The poor will always be with us.”  It’s a sobering statement, yet a true statement–there will always be poor people.  That is, until God comes back and makes everything right.  We await that day with the full knowledge that we have been COMMANDED many times in Scripture to feed the poor, to care for orphans, to protect widows.  To ignore this calling is to ignore the sharing of the gospel, to blatantly refuse to do what Christ has asked of His people.  Shame on us, Church, shame on us!

Trips to Africa and Haiti and other nations wrecked with poverty give people a global awareness of a dire situation.  Yet we continue to ignore the homeless in our own communities figuring that there’s someone else that can help them.  Many wait and wait and someone else never comes.  There’s one message that can unite everyone in this global crisis–poverty sucks.  But a message on a t-shirt won’t change the world–that’s up to you and me.

On Backseat Writer, we chose to highlight OneMillionCan, an organization started by the Passion Conference folks.  Read all about it here.

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