We’re supposed to live lives of moderation, and when we fail we usually suffer the consequences. That goes for food, drugs, work—basically anything. Too much of it and we’re done for. I read somewhere that our current over-abundance of food has simply overwhelmed our “hunter-gatherer” mentality. That we haven’t evolved to the point where we can easily control our diet. I don’t know about that, but I do know it’s a struggle. Like many people I can’t count the number of diets I’ve been on through the years. How I have fattened the wallets of many diet book writers. I have counted calories and carbs, eaten cabbage soup, given up meat, thrown away salt and sugar, and juiced myself silly. And I’m still overweight.
I’m not giving up, because I know I’m not a healthy weight. But I’ve gotten to the point where I want to find that balance between being able to love food, and not being a slave to it. I know I’m not alone in this battle. And living in the mid-south I see clear evidence all around me that others have flat-out given up. It isn’t just an abundance of fast food that has caused it. Our culture has a lot to do with our attitudes and acceptance of “healthy” appetites. It’s not a joke, and yet it reminds me of one:
Luke, Mary, and Susie were told to bring a symbol of their faith to show ‘n tell.
The next day Luke was the first one up at show ‘n tell. He went to the front of the class, held up a star, and said, “I am Jewish and this is a Star of David, the symbol of my religion.
Mary went to the front of the class next, and said, “I am Catholic, and this is a cross, the symbol of my religion.”
Last up was Susie, who gamely marched to the front and said, “I am a Southern Baptist, and this is my casserole dish.”
© Wade Kingston