Technology, the main collector and arbiter of those stray numbers, is a wonderful tool for these sorts of statistics. It is also indispensable for creating juice, smoothies, cleaning up and gaining support. Imagine, if you will, the amount of labor required to make juice without your juicer technology? Oh sure, it could be accomplished, but I don't want to even consider the amount of labor required or amount of wasted food. Smoothies would be a bit easier, but still formidable. I am so spoiled by my appliances that I can't even entertain the thought of living without them. Pure juice. Smoothies as smooth as velvet. Hot water heaters and pumps and plumbing to give me endless hot water to make cleanup effortless. My refrigerator stores and cools my produce to ensure its ripening is slowed or stopped so I don't have to shop each day. I can connect to the Internet to gain information, encouragement and support from all of you wonderful people. It is, truly, a miracle and a blessing.
My grandfather (maybe your grandfather as well) was alive when electricity wasn't ubiquitous. Many who lived outside of the major metropolitan areas and their gravitational pull had electricity later in their lives, but not always. Much of the work performed by technology and fossil fuels today was performed by animals and humans. We did a lot of physical labor back then. Our bodies probably ached and didn't resemble the fleshy objects of worship we've made them today. They were harder, darker, drier, sorer and much, much leaner. They might not have looked or smelled the way we consider normal, either. A small, wiry chap back at the turn of the 20th century would probably be considered as strong as an ox today. Incessant labor does that. Do you think they thought about Reboots back then? Probably not. They wanted a good job, enough food and a simple home. No cell phones, no computers, no cars, no air conditioning, no TV, and not even a radio. Lots of walking, lots of bread kneading, lots of beating carpets. No wonder they were lean. Makes my back hurt just thinking about it. Makes my heart hurt not having some of it.
Each day when I step on the scale and look into that digital readout for facts, I am seeing more than numbers. Each digit that rolls by tells me a story about myself and my culture. It tells me all the things I no longer need to do to survive. It tells me all the things I possess that few, in the broad scope of human history, ever imagined having. Each clicking figure reminds me of the insane technological advances made which make me wealthier than any king who lived in days of old. The fluttering numbers tell a story of blessing, surplus, relative ease and accrued knowledge. The symbols tell me of things lost: simplicity, wholesomeness, connection with environment and true thankfulness. The readings tell the story of an age where superficiality necessitated the creation of hundreds of styles of home bathroom scales. Ticking decimals speak of a culture where the natural order of health and healing has been lost in a sea of consumption, commodity, adulteration and selfishness. Each time my bare feet touch that cool surface I am reminded that we have machines that fly and sail around the world to gather resources for my benefit. The daily readings speak to me of technology that promises me a better life, but also shows the limits of what it can promise. This daily ritual isn't only a gathering of facts, it is a reminder of how far our civilization has come and how far we have to go.
Who would have thought that a few numbers could mean so much and so little at the same time?
|I am 25% through the 60 days.|
Weight: 156.2 lbs
Food: Fruit/Veg Smoothies With Hemp Seed