Last night I went to a business dinner downtown DC. I ate so little of an amazing meal that I decided to ask for a to go box. When I stepped on the Metro to go home there was a young woman with a sign saying she needed money for food and shelter. (It was well below freezing yesterday.) I just handed her my bag and I thought she would cry. It was still warmish and she opened it and looked at me with tears in her eyes. I had such a moment of gratitude that I was able to share my meal with her.
Having this operation has certainly changed my eating habits but it's also changed me attitude toward food. I ate so mindlessly before. Seeing someone who was so hungry and so grateful was just a reminder--I hesitate to call it an NSV--to see food as a gift but also as something to not be gulped, inhaled, shoveled (as I once did).
Yes, I know quite a bit about homeless people and those who beg for money. This was a spontaneous moment that could have ended with her throwing the food back at me and saying she really needed money not my leftovers. But she didn't.
No I didn't lose a pound yesterday but it didn't matter.
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