Friday, July 15, 2005

Not a Low Calorie Food

Today I went grocery shopping. Everywhere you see low carb, low fat, light... lots of stuff for those of us trying to shed a pound or ten. And if a product is high in fat or carbs or nitroglycerin, the manufacturers usually just shut up about it and hope that we don't notice. Pretty smart if you ask me. If they don't bring it up, I don't have to think about it. It's the dieter's don't ask don't tell.

No, not the Wrigley's extra! Yes I'm talking about gum again, so shut up. I was carefully selecting a flavor I thought would be slightly safer than the cool green apple. I decided on polar ice, sugar free of course! But then I noticed it! Right there on the front, not hidden on the back or side or under a secret flap it said it: not a low calorie food. I literally stood there for a full minute, several shoppers poked me to see if I was ok.

Is there any reason why this needed to be advertised? I already feel guilty about being addicted to the hidden calories in propel (ten cal per eight oz) but now they can't just let me pretend that the gum that I'm chewing, not even eating, just chewing, is adding a precious five cal to my daily calorie intake, and that's per a stick! Come on! Give a girl a break!

So that's my disaster of the day. Not only am I a chain chewer, but now I'll be a fat one as well. Why couldn't it be smoking! At least then I'd be addicted and skinny!

Tuesday, July 5, 2005

Existentialism: The Fly in the Fan in my Rabbit Barn

For those of you who don't know and plan on making fun of me for it, let's get this over with right at the beginning. I own a ton of rabbits, I show them and I think that's the coolest thing in the world. I have a barn in which they live and it is not uncommon for me to lose myself in there for several hours doing whatever it is I need to get done.

Yesterday I had been in my barn for about three peaceful hours copying down the breeding and birth records for the last four months, listening to the babies quietly nibbling on their fresh oat hay and the occasional thumping from one of the males. it was my idea of a perfect evening.

It was hot so I had the fan going. It fits into one of the windows blocking half of it. I leaned over to catch some of the cool air and noticed a fly clinging to the fan's front. First thing I thought was "how stupid, who tries to fly into a fan?" I was surprised how long I sat and stared at the foolish fly, even hoping it could make it only inches closer to it's goal.

There are a billion little metaphors that could be born from this moment. I chose to recognize the foolishness of the human race. We are freely given so much good advice as we grow up. Most of us have good parents that want us to succeed, and do everything in their power to help us on our way, yet we rebel in every way. We are all foolish little flies trying with everything we have within us to reach our goal, often times without considering whether this goal will in fact be our doom or not. If that little fly could only move inches to it's left it would have a clear path to the yard, is there something that we could we be missing?

Existentialism is roughly a philosophy that regards human existence as unexplainable and stresses freedom of choice, that's roughly mind you, so don't try to correct me. It goes on about the hostile universe and blah blah blah. Maybe we are making things a lot harder than they need to be. There are open windows all around and yet we refuse to fly through them because that's what our parents, pastor, teacher, whoever wants us to do. Or maybe it's because if we all do the easy thing, we will all blend in. Isn't that what these years are about, we refuse to blend in and in doing so all become the same?

I considered making this more Christian based, but figured those of you who have met the big JC already would automatically spin it in that direction so you don't need me to do it for you.

Either way I liked watching the fly even if it was foolish. I try to look at the big picture and fly through windows where ever possible, but the occasional fan is not completely unwelcome. Thanks for reading my first serious blog, comments, like fans, are also not unwelcome.