As I sit here eating breakfast, I have a new gratitude for food and my access to it. Is it just my imagination, or do my eggs this morning have an exceptionally superior taste?
This new-found appreciation comes on the heels of a fast that lasted almost 48 hours. It was not voluntary.
Those of you who have had a colonoscopy know the drill – the fast from solid food and purging of the bowels – however my fast was extended due to the recommendation of the specialist, the timing of my appointment, and an unanticipated delay at the clinic that result in being over 2 hours behind schedule.
Those 2 hours felt like a lifetime.
There were times during my fast when, in my hunger, I instinctively reached for food that I suddenly realized I couldn’t have.
There were painful moments when I felt I couldn’t possibly bear to carry on. It was humbling.
I had to remind myself that I could easily survive for a long time on my layer of marshmallow. I thought about the millions of people around the world who know TRUE hunger on a daily basis. Day in. Day out.
My discomfort was temporary, while their hunger has no end in sight.
I felt shame.
And this morning as I eat my breakfast, I feel extreme gratitude.