Refiguring

July 2, 2008
Wednesday
This is our fourth year as recipients of a share of the weekly distribution of organic produce grown, harvested, and packaged by the friendly folks at Spiral Path Farm in Loysville, Pennsylvania. When I wrote about our participation in 2005, I said of our first delivery:
There’s something about that box of stuff, about taking apart [...]

The food I grew up on lasts a long time — apples and raisins, potatoes and onions, rutabagas and turnips. I want bright juicy fruit now — mangoes and papayas, pomegranates, peaches, nectarines, cherries.

I continue in my love-hate relationship with Weight Watchers, which wants to see less of me next week and encourages me to stop dieting and start living while enjoying a snack of half a banana and a teaspoon of peanut butter.

Half a banana.

What, exactly, do you do with the other half?

I looked around [at the Weigght Watchers meeting]and saw that I was sitting in a room full of beautiful beautiful women who don’t like their bodies, don’t like their lives, who maybe don’t like themselves. Here was this beautiful young mother wrangling her wonderful little girls to a Weight Watchers meeting instead of sitting in the kitchen with them finger painting.

And I felt very very sad.