My Trip to the Big Fresno Fair

I went to the Big Fresno Fair today for the first time in a very, very long time. If you know me, you know that I DO NOT like large crowds. None the less, I went with work to help out with one of our day programs. At least, that was the plan. We walked a lot, and sweated even more. What I was most interested in was--you can probably guess--the food. Fair food smells amazing. Garlic fries, gigantic corn dogs, cinnamon rolls, BBQ sandwiches, cotton candy--lines of people waited to get their deliciousness on. I, however, was dreading lunch time. What could I eat? It seemed like EVERYTHING was dipped in batter and fried. They even had fried frog legs for goodness sake! Luckily, I found a nice little food truck that offered some grilled options. Today, for the first time ever, I had grilled chicken on a stick. It was $7.50 for a large skewer of nothing but chicken. The amount of chicken could feed me for 3 meals, so I wrapped up my leftovers and stuck them in my purse. Yes, I had chicken, on a stick, in my cute Betsey Johnson purse. Back to the moral of the story. Well, the moral of the story is this, the chicken was delicous. I mean, SO YUMMY. A year ago, I wouldn't have been able to appreciate it. I wouldn't have even tried it. I probably would have eaten one of those giant corn dogs and a cinnamon roll, then spent all night sick to my stomach. And that feeling, it is so not worth it.

Here is what I learned today. Food can be a sort of idol. The way people were eating was CRAY. And I've done that before, many times.  For me, I don't want to live to enjoy food. I want to eat to fuel my body. I want to be strong. I want to avoid that sick feeling from over eating or from eating junk, forever. I'm not perfect. I am still working on it, and will be working on it for the rest of my human life. Today, I am thankful for chicken on a stick. Who knew eating could feel so good?!

Peace, Love and Joy,
Rachel