Donation

Let me say this upfront, I am a selfish person. I do not donate items to food shelves. I do not donate time to worthy causes. Basically, I do not donate much of anything unless I might get some thing in return such as in a raffle. For three years hubby & I donated almost every Friday night to help run a meat raffle so that we could raise money for our lake sportsman's club. The money was used for scholarships for area graduates. The main reason I stuck with that for that long was because I could drink beer while I was "working" and when I bought a paddle (ticket), I might win some meat for the freezer.

I have felt guilty about not donating more, especially to food shelves. I think every church we have been involved in has asked for donations to the local food shelves and I seldom have brought anything. I usually forget until it's the Sunday for contributions. Even my previous employer asked for canned goods just before our annual Christmas party. I always remembered to bring food then because I would get an extra ticket for the prize raffle. I told you I am selfish!

So, I think hubby was surprised when I told him a few weeks back that "when I lose 10% of my weight, I'm going to donate that many pounds of food for the food shelf at church." Two weeks ago, it was announced that this Sunday's contributions should be canned meat. I knew that I was close to my 10% goal, so I started thinking of what I could get.... canned ham, tuna, chicken, etc. Friday night I went to the store and I bought my canned meat. It took a lot of cans to make up the number of pounds that I lost. It almost looked ridiculous in my shopping cart. So today I brought them into church. I told hubby that I wanted to bring all these cans into church so that I would know how much more I weighed just 8 weeks ago. Granted, there some extra weight for the cans, but those cans of meat were down right heavy! I know people could probably see the strain on my face of carrying them and of course, hubby looked kind of foolish walking in with nothing in his hands. But I did it! I carried those cans of meat and thought of all that extra weight I carried around day after day just 8 weeks ago.

I found myself looking forward to the next 10% and being able to donate twice as much as I did today. Heck, it felt so good donating, maybe I'll start doing that type of thing more often. Peace!