Remember two posts ago when I walked to DQ with the Meat? That blizzard was the last thing that I ate for a full 24 hours straight. “Why exactly did you put this on the list?” was a common question I received when people saw #32, and I often wondered to myself, “Why do I feel compelled to do it?” For one, I wanted to prove to myself that I could in fact survive a full day without eating. Partially as a test of my own will power, and partly to show myself that I’ve got it pretty good. My inner hippie can’t help but point out that thousands, if not millions of people go for several days without food, out of necessity rather than choice. If they could do it, couldn’t I, even at a much lesser extreme? My fast began at 8:00 last night, and the “hunger” didn’t actually set in until about 3:00 this afternoon. I was tired and bored, so all I could think about was food. Even while running errands with my dad, I couldn’t help but drool over all of the samples and pretty packages that were right beneath my nose. Those last 5 hours were probably the worst. Oddly enough, however, when I wasn’t thinking about food, hunger never even occurred to me. What does this say about what I’ve become? About what our society has become? Have I, along with the rest of the nation, become obsessed with food, whether we are truly “hungry” or not? I will say, that once the 24 hours (which actually turned into 25) were over, the cold pizza I ate was probably the best I’d ever had… Just some food for thought.
Love & Summer,