No Love at the King
In the house buying process, there are moments where you set appointments and everyone has to show up to accommodate.
One such moment, we ran very early. Unusual for us, being we’re usually a few minutes late, but it necessitated finding someplace to burn 30 minuets. Burger King was our only available answer.
I haven’t had fast food at all in over 2 years, and it’s been probably 3 years since I’ve set foot in a Burger King.
We ordered fountain drinks and a small bite to eat. I got as close to my needs as BK had available. Our “meal” cost all of $6.00.
As I went to get my drink of choice: tea; I discovered that there was no unsweetened tea available. I went with raspberry tea, because though it’s been a while, I thought I knew what to expect.
We sat down and proceeded to consume our time and our food.
I took one sip of the tea and nearly gagged from it’s overly sweet consistency. It was far sweeter than I remembered raspberry tea being. Then I took a bite of my food and I could taste the extreme amount of sodium in it. It also tasted just horrible to me.
I should have immediately spit it out and thrown the rest away.
First, I suspect that the short span of time the food was in my system was just enough to trigger the old patterns of addiction. My brain launched the familiar chemical storm response to an old, well ingrained trigger. As I’ve said before, there’s a reason they’re called addictions.
Secondly, I was trained very well from an early age not to be wasteful because there are people in this world starving. I had the luxury of buying such a meal, I should not waste it.
So yes, between the two I consumed most of what was in front of me, only dumping half the drink down the drain.
Feeling dirty, I then looked around and realized that the whole environment was like my meal. I saw all the dirt, the uncleaned surfaces, the dingy decor, the burnt out lightbulbs. The visually unappealing environment was nearly depressing.
I realized there was no love at Burger King.
No one had put any love into any aspect of this experience.
No one had made the food with loving care. No one had cooked the food with loving care. No one had served the food with loving care. No one had cleaned with loving care. And evidence of litter on the floor and on tables indicated that patrons had shown no loving care either.
I felt that was the reason that fast food was so hard on as person’s physiology. I also felt sad that this moment was evidence of millions of people’s daily existence. I wished for better for everyone.
I sent a prayer as we left to head to our nearby appointment.
My prayer started with a request for the food to impact my system in the gentlest way possible. Then I prayed that those millions of consumers find the love for themselves and God. That our society finds a way to show the love more and respect each other in every way, even down to cleaning adequately.
Show the love, even or especially when you work somewhere that you could just get by with a minimum of effort.
Western Medicine- Please Acknowledge:
Just because studies document averages, doesn’t mean we are all average.
I’m one such person, breaking pretty much every widely accepted norm. I am not average.
My thyroid personal-normal skirts the high side of the acceptable range of function.
My body wants an hour or more of exercise nearly every day. One day off is okay, but 2 or more and my body starts down a slippery slope that becomes difficult to stop.
My body does not tolerate many foods that are considered normal healthy foods for average people. Nightshades are a perfect example, but also chicken, turkey, beef, pork, walnuts, and nearly every grain. For any average individual, any one of those foods may be okay, but my body no longer tolerates them.
My body needs more fluids than the average acceptable intake. I drink a minimum of a gallon a day, usually quite a bit more.
My health puzzle has found many solutions that are not pills, but work quite well if I am able to maintain them.
My blood sugars are indicators of my puzzle pieces falling out of place, not true disease. When I keep my puzzle completely together my glucose numbers are perfect all the time, without medical intervention.
My body is ultra sensitive to changes that are not for my highest benefit. Simple as that.
Please, please acknowledge that some of us are unique, different, and the average solution is unnecessary and perhaps hazardous. That’s all.
This ultra sensitive unique person will continue to work on myself and my puzzle, which often includes blogging while on a treadmill, just like right now!
May you feel the love in every way, especially your food experiences and health journey. May you find everything you need and desire and have an easy path. May information always come when you need it. May your health providers work with you as an individual. May we all find our puzzle and the love and fortitude to keep it together.
Siva Hir Su