There will be no more food logging. Not for now anyways. Just a random couple months to record one more small portion of what I hope is a greatly lived life. I don't know why I had to record everything I ate for two months. Like many things, it was done just on a whim. I mean why not. After dozens of glasses of Raspberry Nestea and pink lemonade and the endless brats and hamburgers from the caffeteria I still seem to be the same person. Just a little... errrr... less fit. More padding I guess is the good way to look at it. For a summer that was rather bland in comparrison to the summer of 2004 it was something good to keep me occupied for those 5 seconds between tasks or while waiting for the rain to let up to bike to work.
So what does one do with a journal of endless counts of food? It's my belief that every journal can serve some kind of insight. That's why I continue to write and force anything out when I have nothing to type.
So, in this case... imagine that heap of food. The huge barrell it would take for all that beverage. And that's just two months. Imageine how many people that could feed!!! People would do anything to have that on their plates. I didn't have to think about it. I knew it was there. Sometimes I was too lazy to go to the caff, too picky to eat what they served, complained that it was cold, or didn't taste right, or it didn't make me feel good, or they didn't have what I wanted. The list goes on and on. Yet, over 1/3 of the world is starving. They would have nothing but praise for that food. It can be a testament of how so many of us take food for granted everyday. Hopefully, in the best scenario, we could learn to appreciate all the food we have, all the resources, and all the wealth. I'm quite fortunate. -xo
posted by bugsy @ 20:01
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