Someone suggested I write about what fears are
holding me back from embracing the idea that the next meal is around the
corner? This is what I came up with. What fears are holding you back?
This idea of “What
if I get hungry?” or “What if there isn’t enough?” stems from early in my
childhood when my dad decided to become a raw food vegetarian. I don’t remember a lot about the kinds of
food that we ate before the change, but I do know this – as a kid the ONLY
vegetable I liked was broccoli, and let me make it very clear that it had to be
COOKED broccoli. I do also remember that we at a lot of sugar cereals for
breakfast such as Cap’n Crunch, Apple Jacks, Frosted Flakes, etc.
So, for a young
girl who loved her sugar, the whole raw food vegetarian lifestyle was very
traumatic for me. For breakfast we used
to eat this stuff called puffed millet, which tasted kind of like tiny Styrofoam
balls. I’m sure I thought I was starving
most of the time, because I was a picky eater before the change. My mom would still take us out to eat for
lunch quite often, and I remember always wanting her “last bite” which she
would usually give away. I think I
developed a fear of never knowing when my next meal would be or where it would
come from, because I probably only ate at school or when mom took us out to
eat.
Fast forward 3 or 4
years to when my parents got divorced when I was 11. My mom did not continue my dad’s new found
passion for raw vegetables, so we started eating “regular” food again. By that time, though, the damage had been
done. We had a house full of children
who were afraid of not getting enough to eat, so my mom would cook huge meals,
and we’d all fight over how much everyone took.
There was one person in the family, who if they got hold of the serving
spoon first, would take half of whatever there was, leaving the other half for
the remaining 4 people in the family.
The rest of the kids would erupt into opposition, and we soon learned
not to put the food near that person when we brought it to the table.
To this day,
especially when I’m eating out, and I know more food won’t be easily accessible,
I still have a fear of not having enough and usually order much more than I actually
need to satisfy my hunger. So the fear
holding me back from embracing the idea that the next meal is just around the
corner is a deep seeded fear planted early in my life.
That fear is still
active in my life today, even though I do have enough food, I can go get more,
and it is unlikely that I will ever have to depend on someone else for my food
again. Right now, my refrigerator and
freezer are packed with food, and I’m not even in town to eat it… but I still
have enough food somewhere!
I think it’s time
to accept the possibility of being hungry. Being
hungry now means something VERY different than being hungry did when I was a
kid. Being hungry then meant insecurity,
fear, uncertainty, and certain (at least in my mind) death. Today being hungry means that I’m
hungry. There IS a next meal around the
corner, and one after that, and one after that.
I don’t ever have to be afraid of not having enough again.