Before I begin, I encourage you to listen to some of the other stories from some of the other participants in this challenge. Their stories are all being compiled at http://windsoressexdtmc.posterous.com/
Day 3 was about a warm breakfast, a cold lunch, and a huge hot dinner.
I dove into some more instant oatmeal in the morning, which assuaged my constant headache for about an hour. I had canned pears and tea for a pick-me-up.
My wife Jhoan’s birthday brought my 8 month old daughter and I to Ann Arbor for the day, where we cruised around, walked, shopped in cool boutique stores etc. One of the major things I was acutely aware of was the wonderful array of food options in downtown Ann Arbor. There’s so many great restaurants, cafes, and quick food stops! And I couldn’t partake in any of them. It was like a social torture. I was unable to eat with my wife and child. I had to eat Kraft Dinner (cold) from a container in the car while we were pulling into the city.
I staved off my hunger with water until much later in the evening when we returned home. I knew that I had a big can of pasta sauce waiting for me, and some spaghetti, so I was super-anxious to home. When it was cooking, I couldn’t help but dig into the pot while it was cooking.
The pasta was filling, with another piece of the olive-bread. Having the rest of the canned pears, and drinking the juice at the end was the luxury of the week thus far. I now have a can of tomato soup, mushroom soup, and baked beans left. There’s a bit of rice, and flour, and bread left…so I need to figure out how I’m going to eat all of it today. Tomorrow (Friday) is when we gather for a lunch that is far more nutritious and delicious…so I feel like eating everything left in my food-pack and skipping breakfast in lieu of the goodness ahead.
And even acknowledging that I get to step OUT of this food challenge brings guilt. The guilt is from the clear fact that people that are using food banks don’t get to step out of this cycle. They don’t get to “go back” to a normal, convenient, disposable food-life after the end of the week. I honestly don’t know how people can do it. Clearly, they’re far more resourceful and creative with their food than I’ve ever been, but it must be extraordinarily tough to do it day in and day out
I have a renewed sense of concern and solidarity with the folks that are suffering indignity, malnutrition, and poverty in Windsor and beyond.
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