No one is ever really in danger of gorging themselves on lima beans. That’s not really how we function, as people. We go for the sweets, the things that entice, and call out to us.
At the risk of making this a “foodie” post, which is not my intention, I’ll share a food story that I recently experienced… This week, I was brought into a local office building to do some computer work, and a friend of mine who works there offered me a piece of chocolate cake–it was someone’s birthday in the office, and so the scenario was “Hello. Nice to meet you. Thank you for letting me have some of your birthday cake.” Now, as the semi-health-conscious individual that I am, I couldn’t just stack my plate with a giant piece of gooey cake; I also had to take a few strategically placed carrots, that they must have provided for the non-cake eaters… and hey, I do like carrots, so it was a plus. But after starting to eat, I realized that my inordinately large desert had smushed with my healthier food options, and now I had a few chocolate carrots. And I’m also not a food waster, so I ate them. And would you believe that frosting-covered carrots are actually pretty good? If I could eat frosted carrots all the time, maybe I would. But would that be healthy? Would the fact that they’re carrots nullify the fact that I’m slathering them in frosting? No. It wouldn’t. The simple fact is that the pitfalls, and the excesses, and the sins of life are not those things which we are naturally inclined to avoid. Instead, they entice us. They call out to us. They flatter with they’re lips, but in the end they would make us slaves if we allow ourselves opportunities for entrapment.
I’ve wondered aloud sometimes at what makes for completely dysfunctional older adults, and maybe, to put it in food terms again, it’s not always years of eating straight chocolate cake, but often years of eating chocolate carrots.

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