This morning was a group outreach with our church at a local beach. I geared up all 4 kids, showed up 45 minutes late, was handed a trash bag and sent on my way, lovingly of course. So with 2 month old Shiloh strapped to my chest I pried my 19 month old away from a bucket of sand and coaxed my older boys (4 and 3) to run down the beach looking for trash. It was a blast! This is my serious, not sarcastic voice.
I love picking up trash. Littering has always really bothered me and it is a genuine pleasure to teach my kids to work, take care of our beaches and a good reminder for them to clean up after themselves.
Every time they told me they were hungry, I said “We are working for our food today kids. GO!GO!”
After an hour of traipsing through sand, at this point now holding Eve (19mo old) too, I was exhausted. The kids were starting to whine they were hungry and my stomach was looking forward to lunch too.
Hot dogs and hamburgers.
There have been many BBQ’s in my life where I didn’t want to eat a hot dog or a hamburger. Today was not one of those days. Plump juicy hot dogs were being served on cheap white buns. Small burgers with American cheese sat beside all the fixings I would generally place on my plate. I graciously gave my kids hot dogs, as I reached for some raisins I packed. As our pastor gave my oldest son a plate of Doritos, I thought about how difficult it would be to have a child with food allergies.
All this to say…another day without meat for me!! Who knew it would be so difficult. I’m encouraged and have a slightly new resolve. I know it’s only been a week, not even, so I shouldn’t need encouragement, but this diet is a complete change for not only my food, but for my thinking towards food too.
We had another gathering tonight with friends. Mexican food was served. The Carne Asada and Pollo Asada were beckoning me, but I made myself a couple bean and rice tacos on corn tortillas and was completely satisfied. They were dolled up with cilantro, chopped onions, grilled peppers and Chile (the Mexican salsa-ish kind) so I really didn’t miss the meat at all.
I thought functions and parties would be more difficult. I’m going to bed tonight feeling very self- controlled and a tiny bit proud.