Today in church my son-in-law was speaking about rights and privileges that got me thinking about my love affair with food. My family can tell you that I have a rebellious streak about a mile wide. I HATE to be told that I can’t do something. (Funny this doesn’t work when it comes to losing weight!) It causes the hair to stand up on the back of my neck and I think who are you to tell me what I can’t do! You’re not in charge of me! It’s my right! I can do whatever I want!
For me, this same concept spills over into controlling what I eat. It’s my right to eat anything I want no matter how bad it is for me or even if I’m hungry or not. How dare you try to control me! The definition of right is a “moral or legal entitlement to have or obtain something or act in a certain way”. The word privilege means ” a right or benefit given to someone and not to others”. This kinda makes me look at things with a different perspective. I have a son that serves in the military. It is a privilege for him to serve so that I can have the right to be free. For most people it is easy to give up a privilege but a lot harder to give up a right. Why is it so hard to give up a right? I think it has to do with the spirit of American’s and how we became America. That search for the right to do what I want without anyone telling me I can’t. The right to BE how we choose. The right to eat anything I want.
So listening to my son-in-law speak today I wondered what if I tried a different approach to food. How about if I look at food as a privilege and not as a right. Maybe what my mama always said about other people going hungry might cause me look at things in different light. It IS a privilege to be able to go to the store and buy that package of cookies or that half gallon of ice cream. It IS a privilege to jump in my car and run around the corner to the nearest fast food place and order that hamburger. So if it’s a privilege am I willing to lay that privilege down? With this in my mind maybe this idea will help me not eat that 10th cookie.