The Magazine of The Evangelical Lutheran Church in America


June 19, 2010

Backsliding in Scranton


I'm posting this blog update from the Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Airport in Pennsylvania. I just finished representing The Lutheran at the Northeastern Pennsylvania Synod Assembly in Wilkes-Barre.

I had a blast at the synod assembly. I met some amazing Lutherans, heard about some incredible ministries (look for future articles in The Lutheran) and had the opportunity to lead some focus groups with Susan Williams (principal of Susan Williams & Associates) who is doing some research into how to better position The Lutheran to serve its readers.

As usual, I'm returning home from this assembly more fired up than ever about the mission and readership of the magazine.

I was very grateful for the "lunch/dinner on your own" options during the synod assembly, which allowed me to make healthful meal choices. The one meal provided by the synod was an outdoor barbeque with choices such as baked barbeque chicken, a spicy corn dish (almost like grits but better), salad and fuit

Two hours ago, I got to the airport on time for my 5:30 flight — only to find out it had been delayed until 7:15. That's when it happened.

I figured I better eat before getting on the plane. The Wilkes-Barre/Scranton airport is small (but it has wi-fi!), and food choices are limited. The only thing that appealed to me was the mozzarella sticks and fries. It has been three months since I've eaten an entire meal of fried food and cheese. (I used to love french fries — just ask my cousins, who insist it was the only food group I would eat as a child.) Today, I ordered and immediately regretted my choice. The fries tasted so greasy — not at all yummy like I'd remembered.

In the end, I ate the mozzarella sticks and skipped the fries.

But I learned a valuable lesson: Time away from unhealthy food decreases its appeal. I'm unlikely to order either again, now that my body is used to vegetables and foods that aren't fried. This one moment of backsliding will probably keep me from noshing on fried foods in the future, so for that I'm grateful.

I'm off for now — it looks like the plane that I'll be taking back to Chicago has arrived.

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