Thursday, January 14

I Want Popcorn!

I don’t know about you but I do not have a new year’s resolution. Not even a remote thought of one. No. I slid into the new year just like you might another day. Resolutions? Scary things for me, because they don't last past the first week.

So why are we on about New Year’s Resolutions? Well, because I had a terrible craving last night. Because I read a piece on gluttony this morning from a blog I subscribe to. Or it could be because what is flitting through my subconscious is to eat healthy, and be committed to exercise. Or could it be that what I want is to be healthy because, really, it is not about size, but rather that we should be committed to taking care of our bodies, not only in terms of ‘beautifying’ it but actually looking after it. After all, we can’t go anywhere without it!

I am not exactly a fan of popcorn, I eat it at movies, but stay away mostly because when I start, I usually don’t like to stop. I knew I didn’t have any at home, but I went into my pantry anyway and checked, willing one to miraculously pop up (no pun intended) but alas. But then I became agitated, distracted and restless. I looked at the time, 8.36pm, and I seriously considered either putting the movie I was watching on pause, or on record, and go find popcorn down the street. Self-control? Patience? Not an option right now, ok?

But while I was debating on what to do, a ‘miracle’ happened! My cousin called to say he was on his way to see me, and yes, I mandated him to not show up without popcorn!

You do realize that this is not really about the popcorn, right? But about our (sometimes inordinate) cravings for things we know are bad for us but which we absolutely must have. We all crave something. And we are so easily helped along because everything we desire is just a finger, a phone call away...accessible…have you seen the number of networks dedicated to food on our TVs?? Who wouldn’t want to try out all those menus, and just…eat? And failing the ‘try out’, order in and binge away? 

I am afraid my will is not strong enough to stand against all of these forces no matter how good my intentions. Then, having made a nonsense of my will, they pile up feelings of guilt, then depression. I would never know if I would have indeed driven out to get that popcorn, but what are the odds that my cousin would chose the day I am trying (well, yes, trying!) to avoid temptation to come see me? 


I have no answers to how we can be diligent and stay true when we are confronted by our 'original sins', but I know that if I start by thinking moderation is key in everything and that small, tiny portions are an option, then summoning up the will to actually have that tiny (omg) portion is a step. Then, taking one day at a time, and not beating myself to a pulp if I fall and give in,  surely I would make progress?

What more can I say? Self-control is a fruit of the spirit, and God did say He would not allow us to be tempt for more than we can bear…meaning...I gave in only because oh, I wanted to.

What is your ‘popcorn?’
Be healthy. Be free oh.

Popcorn photo credit: Google.

Thursday, December 10

...Before You Dive in

I as responding to an email yesterday when I noted that the sender’s surname had changed.
I was going to remark on the fact after typing my official reply, and to ask if she had just gotten married. But I stopped myself because, first and foremost we are not friends, have never met in person, and only began to correspond on behalf of our bosses recently. Secondly, why on earth would I assume that because her surname changed she got married? That is such a typical way to think. She could have gotten divorced or widowed and only reverted to her maiden name. A lot of thinking but I don’t think that thinking this way is a bad thing!

And right on the heel of that thought came another that I noted sometime this year: every season we have mother’s day, father’s day etc. and we celebrate mothers and fathers as special people, and we pray for them and generally just….yes, go on and on. But stop for a second. Has it ever occurred to us that all the mere mention of a father or a mother does is bring a cloud of pain to some people? That they are catapulted into a period in their lives they would rather sooner forget? We truly just never think about it that way. I say this because I honestly cannot recall being anywhere where on  mother or father’s day we remember the other side, or people. Hopefully we would learn to commiserate with those who have had traumatic childhoods, those who are estranged from or lost their parents. I look forward to holding hands with those who need succor and support, even as I celebrate with others. I would like a community that identifies with both sides, where each can sit on the same bench saying to one another, "I got you". 

I hope we learn to look beyond the surface, and find the strength to stop ourselves when we want to dive in, and end up putting our foot in our mouths.

Be free oh 


Link: please read Emily Freeman's Simply Tuesday
Photo Courtesy Google images.