Into my second day of living below the line and thinking that I am going pretty well, that is until about 3pm when I feel the sugar and coffee withdrawal hit me like a tonne of bricks. I literally could not focus on the books in front of me for a little while. I was irritable, short tempered and think it distracted me from feeling hungry.
I’ve been conscious of the amounts of sugar in our food for some time, numerous documentaries have flirted with the issue but most recently it was the blog Running on Clean which highlighted the depths of the problem. Sugar in our food is a privilege that many living in chronic hunger could not even begin to imagine.
People often talk about privilege in developed countries as though it relates only to people who are born into vast wealth, that is to say those living in mansions, driving flash cars or drinking £30,000 worth of champagne in nightclubs; but privilege extends to people like myself, lucky enough to be born into a family that could afford to put food on my plate and a roof over my head when I was growing up. We were by no means rich, in the mainstream definition of the term, but we were significantly richer than the millions of people living in chronic hunger I saw on television growing up, or the billions that I read about today and am doing this project for. Unfortunately so many of us take for granted our place in the world.
Privilege is about more than just colour or riches. It is about the very food and water we eat and drink.
We are fortunate only through our birth rights that we have access to clean drinking water, food, fuel and shelter. That so many go without because they lack the necessary purchasing power, in a world of so much excess, is a poor reflection on our societies. That ‘check your privilege’ saying can swing round and round for us all. The absurd thing is that though chronic hunger is stated by the World Bank as people living in less than £1 a day, there are children in developed countries, rich economies such as the UK, going to school hungry and malnourished to the point rickets is back. This is something we surely cannot continue to abide?!
My bowls of plain porridge and rice have certainly not been appetising, I was struggling with my sugar withdrawal and possibly hungry but unable to tell the difference between the two but I knew two things; I was uncomfortable and I wasn’t going to die – so I carried on into day 3, hoping I was going to feel better the next day.