A Poor Nutritional “Model”

Last month I learned through a friend (Thank you, Beth Steinberg!) about a company called, simply, “Good.”
The group’s mission is, “In a world where things too often don’t work, GOOD seeks a path that does. We are people, businesses … organizations, policymakers, students, teachers…. All united in one simple idea, each elevated by being connected. Let’s do what works and never default to what doesn’t.”
The group has a website (www.good.is) on which, among other things, they host challenges. Last month’s challenge was to connect with people. I didn’t fare so well with that one…
This month’s challenge, for which I’ve signed up, is to “get healthy.” I hope to do better with it for more reasons that one. It’s not like I’m unhealthy, but every now and then I could use a nudge – or a shove – in the right direction.
When it comes to getting healthy, I regularly encounter a BIG roadblock. It’s so obvious it’s almost laughable.
Here it is: I love to eat. Like I said, totally obvious.
Thing is, it’s actually a little more complicated than that….
Sometimes my stomach rules my brain to the point where I seriously lack discretion in picking “rations.”
One especially memorable – and very near dangerous – case of “food faux-pas” occurred during my senior year of college when I lived with a theatre major.
I came home from class one day to find a can on the stove filled with amber blocks that looked very much like dried papaya.
“Canned, dried papaya. How odd,” I thought, even as my hand reached for a piece.
Before I removed one of those scrumptious morsels, however, my sense of propriety kicked in. This was not food I had purchased, therefore it was not mine to take. I’d wait ‘til Kate got home and ask her if I could have some before chowing down.

It kinda looked like this...

So that’s what I did and a good thing, too.
When Kate got home, I told her I felt bad because I’d almost eaten her dried papaya and would it be okay if I had some now? She gave me a blank look.
“Y’know? Your dried papaya? On the stove? In the can?” I said.
“Daphne!” she shouted, scaring me something fierce.
Oh my God! What had I done!
Next thing I knew, Kate was erupting in laughter.
“That’s not papaya,” she said, between guffaws. “It’s modeling wax!”


Written for The Writers’ Post weekly blog hop #16. Theme: “Road Blocks”

Nice Body … of Water!

I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.

What feats took place upon these shores?

These sandy banks hold great potential!

(Or so I’ve been told, in tones confidential.)

Perhaps pirates alighted here long ago.

(I’m guessing. I don’t really know.)

Maybe people gathered for good drinks and good eats?

There may not have been feats, but there surely were “feets.”

It’s possible, too, that children danced and played,

And oohed and aahed at the sand “art” they made.

I’ll say it again, I’m just not sure.

Keep in mind, these are just my “musings du jour.”

When I find out, however, I’ll not be complacent,

But instead share my treasure – my wisdom nascent.

Right now the answer seems just out of reach.

I’ll check more tomorrow. I’m off to the beach.