I was just reading an article in today’s paper about weight loss due to insufficient government benefits. To sum it up: a single mother went from 130 to 110 lbs over the course of a year because welfare doesn’t cover her living expenses, so she gets by on minimizing food costs.
When I finished reading that, all I could think was “I’m so lucky”. I’m so lucky to have a job I enjoy that pays a decent wage. I’m so lucky to have a loving, supportive partner and so lucky he also has a good job. I’m so lucky to have the luxury of being able to eat what I want, when I want. I’m so lucky to have the life I do.
It also got me thinking about food and how much I take it for granted. All the times I sat and ate mindlessly, not really enjoying or even taking much notice of what was going in my mouth. The times I ate too much. The times I spent too much on food with zero nutritional value. The times I threw things away because I just couldn’t fit another bite into my stomach.
We take things for granted. That’s just the way we are. I know few people who wake up each and every morning and think about how thankful they are for the roof over their head. More likely, they’re thinking about rent/mortgage payments, bills and how much gas is going to cost since the rate hike. We don’t take time out everyday to realize how lucky we are to have legs to walk us places and arms to hug people with. Or the fact that we don’t have to worry about military occupation or bombs destroying our homes. And we certainly do take the time to really think about how lucky we are to have the foods we have before we shovel them in our mouths.
Now, I’m not saying we are bad people or need to start acknowledging every single thing in our lives, every second of the day. But I think, every now and then, we need to take a step back and realize how lucky we are. And to take the time to think about food as a bit of a luxury in that we are able to choose what we eat and when. Many people don’t have that option.