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Dear Premier McGuinty,

You propose to freeze social assistance rates in your budget.

The Ontario Disability Support Program provides just $1064 a month and Ontario Works just $599 a month – leaving many people with no money for food after paying their rent! After inflation -in the past year, food prices have gone up 4.9% and electricity 8.9%; and rents can increase 3% this year.

The freeze on social assistance rates is a cut.

This budget does nothing to close the growing gap between rich and poor. The freeze on MPP salaries is a token measure, and corporations and wealthy CEOs face no tax increase.

I support an immediate increase to put food in the budget of people on social assistance.

I support a small tax increase on people earning over $200,000 a year.

I believe public services should not be cut at a time when the rich are getting richer.

Your budget appears to abandon your commitment to reduce poverty.

Maintain your commitment to reduce poverty and increase social assistance rates immediately!

 

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Do the Math is part of the Put Food in the Budget campaign in Ontario. Currently a single person on social assistance gets $585 per month to cover housing, food, transport, and everything else. As I found out taking the Do the Math challenge, this amount is not enough for to cover a healthy food supply and forces those in need to find a different food bank sources for day to day. Do the Math yourself and advocate to Put Food In the Budget with an extra $100 increase in social assistance to support healthy food choices.

Students Find Food for Thought

By Anjum Nayyar, posted Tuesday, January 11, 2011

The food hampers may be empty, but for 75 students and some faculty from the Factor-Inwentash Faculty of Social Work, the experience of living on food from a food bank will leave a lasting impact.

The Do the Math/Eat the Math campaign was run by a student-led group that focuses on promoting issues of social justice within the faculty and by the Faculty’s Graduate Students Association.

The Eat the Math challenge required people to live exclusively off the contents of a food bank hamper for three to seven days. Students also blogged about their experiences.

“We weren’t really satisfied with the idea of just giving more canned food to the food bank, more canned tuna and more Kraft dinner,” said Mark Woodnutt, a social work graduate student. “We wanted to get at the heart of the issue. So we thought why don’t we bring this idea to the faculty?”

Woodnutt, who is doing his practicum placement at The Stop Community Food Centre, also took part in the Do the Math challenge. Its objectives included raising awareness that charity is not enough and that policy change and social investments are required of the Ontario government.

“The Do the Math challenge is an online survey and just a quick survey of anyone’s monthly expenses … you put it all in and it tallies up that amount and compares it to the money received by someone living on social assistance and generally there tends to be a pretty drastic gap between those two numbers. Most people on assistance get $585 a month.”

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Day 5: Final Meal and Parting Thoughts

By Day 5 of the “Eat the Math” challenge, this is the food I had left:

  • 1 serving rice

  • two boxes Kraft Dinner

  • ½ loaf of bread

Food bank hampers are designed to act as a supplement to weekly groceries, not a replacement. Most food banks give out a 3 day supply of food 1-2 times a month.

As far as I know, there aren't surveys out there about how food bank recipients actually use this service. Is it truly only a supplement? Or does it have to stretch out longer?

So, I wanted to see how long I could live on what I'd been allotted.

To fill in the gaps, I ate at soup kitchens in my neighbourhood. I ate Wednesday dinner at St. Francis Table, and Friday lunch at the Parkdale Activity Recreation Centre (PARC).

Sharing Meals; Making Community

I've long admired PARC as a progressive organization that works with mentally ill and street-involved people in Parkdale.

Their board of directors consists of both PARC members as well as representatives from the broader community. They have unique training and social enterprise programs. They advocate for affordable housing. They serve nourishing meals every week.

Upon arrival, I was blown away by the crowd at the drop-in. There were at least 100 people sitting, talking, playing the piano in the corner of the room, helping serve food and set up extra chairs.

Myself and some friends joined in easily with the crowd, and I didn't feel intimidated or too out of place. I got some stares, but as soon as I smiled, ready smiles were returned. PARC is clearly a home-space for many of the people at the meal—it felt well-worn, familiar, vibrant, warm.

The vegetarian option was the first salad I'd eaten in a week, and I was grateful for the greens.

Food-for-all

Lunch at PARC was the final meal of this challenge. It felt celebratory and humbling. As I returned home, fuelled by vegetables, I reflected on what I'd learned.

First, I could certainly survive on the food hamper, but did not thrive. I was foggy, spacy, carbed-out and cranky. That's why food security is about food access, and adequate food sources—healthy, filling, nourishing. It's not up to me or anyone else to dictate to others what or how to eat. I'd just like people to have the financial option of buying fresh food.

Secondly, sharing those meals made me happy. It was a simple act and reminded me of how food can be a beautiful connector. It's good to know that programs like PARC exist. I'd like to see them get more recognition and support for their essential work.

Most importantly, this experience deepened my commitment to social justice and food as a basic human right.

The last few years I've been working to help develop community food systems. Our food system is as class-based as our economic and social system, and if real change is going to happen, it needs to be for everyone: from farmers to PARC members; from foodies to food bank recipients.

This week was very impactful for me. In the longer term, I hope our words and actions help put food in the budget, and on the table.

final reflections

When people asked me about the challenge this time last week, I said things like "I'm sure it won't be easy, but I'm sure I'll make it" or "It's not the quantity I'm worried about, it's the quality." Truth be told, deep down I didn't think I'd have that much trouble making my food last. 

In fact, there were parts that I was secretly looking forward to. I used to beg by mom for Kraft Dinner at lunchtime. One summer, I ate PB sandwiches almost once a day. And instant oatmeal? I kinda like it. 

But when I think back, every KD meal had a salad beside it. Each PB sandwich had an apple. Even instant oatmeal was nutrient-ed up with sliced fruit and nuts. And that, I now realize, makes all the difference.

So rewind to Thursday evening and dinnertime. I was in Stratford after a day of travel and meetings that had been plagued with a lack of focus and a grumbling stomach. I'd gone from constipation one day to diarrhea the next -- my stomach's way of thanking me for the carb-only diet I'd been providing. And when I sat down to a tupperware dinner of KD, it was all I could do to stop myself from both crying and vomiting on the spot.

The point had been driven home. This simply is not the kind of food that anyone should have to live off of. And so I quit.

I've learned a lot through this experience -- about trying to get enough vitamins and nutrients; about the isolation that comes from not being able to share food with others; about the myriad of physical issues that can arise from just a few days without fresh veggies. But Thursday's dinner surfaced one more important issue.

When I told my host, the wonderful Ruth Klahsen from Monforte Dairy, that I needed "real food" she knew just where to take me. A quick look at the menu for Down The Street Restaurant put me at ease. Within minutes I was biting into an organic arugula-walnut-beet-feta salad (the feta was made by Ruth herself!) with a roasted red pepper soup to come. As the nutrients hit my blood stream, I started thinking about cost. This meal alone cost more than the weeks hamper that I had bought on Sunday. This seemed completely outrageous. But then I thought back to the conversations I'd had all day -- about the economic reality of the farmers that provided most of the food on my plate. Many of them are living in poverty too, as industrial agriculture soars and the price of food falls. 

This week has reinforced the complexity of these issues. It's reminded me that poverty exists in our fields as well as our cities. It has helped me crack open my eyes - if just a bit - to the realities of hunger, and mal-nourishment. It has filled my mind with a flurry of thoughts about the broken nature of our food system. 

But more than all, it has instilled in me the need to not let this campaign end here. And I hope you feel the same way too.

walking away with...

First of all....thank you to everyone who has committed to this challenge and who have been willing to interrupt their lives and put themselves at a disadvantage as we all tackle the many demands inherent at this time of year.  


The past few days have been challenging, yes, but more importantly they have been enlightening, and motivating.  You can tell yourself that you know what its like to be hungry and

be confined to eat nutritionless food for a few days, you can use your powers of imagination, or you can use lived experiences from times when you were more financially strapped.  But, there's no way you can have a real sense unless you actually do it.  Over the last 5 days, its been the subtle observations that have been most meaningful, ones that would have been lost if I had of relied on my own imagination.  


One of the most prominent realizations for me has been around the psychological effects of hunger and a constrained diet.  It's not hard to imagine what an empty stomach feels like.  The emptiness, the pulling, the pangs, the anticipation.  The anticipation that something delicious is going to fill that void and quell your pangs.  That the meal you choose may be an hour away is of no bother, because whatever it is, is not only going to be delicious, but of your choice, with your chosen toppings and condiments, just the right amount of salt and pepper, and healthy; the meal you are eating is working into a balanced diet and is providing nourishment to your body.  There's no reason to be disturbed, just some minor hunger pains to weather.  


But when that anticipation is for half a bowl of Kraft Dinner made with no butter, no ketchup, a slice of dry brown bread and nothing but water to wash it down, you anticipation is tied only to a biological satisfaction of filling a cavity in your body.  Food that is not what you have chosen, not what you would prefer, not prepared adequately or just the way you like it, and not satisfying that feeling of malnourishment.  When I sat down on day 1 to eat my KD and bread and got half way through, after a day of feeling hungry but being ok with it because I could have a treat of Kraft Dinner in the evening, I felt depressed.  Any hope I had of the food filling my stomach, or nourishing my body was abandoned.  And I resented the dryness and the tastelessness of the meal.  The way that I eat my food, the times of day, who I eat it with, what I eat, how good it tastes, whether it is what I crave or desire, plays a significant role in my mood, in my satisfaction, and even in my sense of self and accomplishment.  Its not just an empty stomach, good nutritious food is a vital part of realizing your full potential as a healthy social individual.   


And even after 5 days, I can make no claim to have walked a mile in anyone's shoes.   I had the luxury of a choice even within my dictated list (ie. canned peas and carrots or canned corn), a full kitchen to prepare my meals, a secure place to store my food, a fridge to preserve food, the time to strategically plan each meal for the week, a warm, dry, private bed to sleep and dream in, and the anticipation of returning to the freedom of my regular diet. 


So after 5 days, what are we supposed to have walked away with.  This hasn't been an exercise to simply bring awareness to my privilege, although this is a vital awareness to hold, especially in broader and very related discussions of capital overconsumption.  What I walk away with is a stronger understanding of a lived experience of poverty, and a stronger will to ensure, not that everyone in our society has enough to eat (that everyone's stomachs are simply filled), but that the systems that prevent individuals, families and communities from making autonomous decisions and choices towards our physical, mental, spiritual and social condition, are removed, and replaced.  This includes putting the people's food production, distribution and consumption back into our own hands.  


One small, but significant step in doing this is to increase the capabilities of this province's poor to make those decisions themselves, by increasing the ability of those receiving social assistance to choose their diet, to purchase their own food, to anticipate.  



Stay tuned for a December 7th Provincial Strategic Planning meeting to figure out how we can realize these goals!!  After 5 days of going through this challenge, we need to ensure that our efforts dont go to waste!



In solidarity and peace,

Mark

day 5

My stomach has been in knots for days. This is no way to live. How fortunate I am to be able to return to my old eating habits tomorrow. This reality does not sit well with m.,

Lets hope this campaign has brought about the awareness it intended to. I hope people are listening.

Rachel

I am here all weak

It didn't really hit me until day 3. I thought that my
resourcefulness or the size of my stomach could withstand not having
enough food. But it's not the amount of food that is getting to me,
but the quality.

I can't remember the last time I felt so gross.

Broken sleep - waking up with throbbing head, dry mouth, chills.
Getting out of bed, finally, and not wanting to do anything. My
shoulders are heavy, my head foggy. I take a bath, I go back to bed.
Later I force myself to get up and dressed and go for a walk - I could
do with something fresh, even if it is just air.

I am weak.

I can't do this much longer. The physiological and emotional effects
are astounding. I've cried more in these past few days than I have
all year.

I needed to get to this point for my own learning. But now that I am
here, I don't have the energy to do anything with it.


Ashleigh

Off the wagon

Day five, final thoughts

I fell off the wagon.

Last night, my stomach felt like a churning cement truck, so I did it… I ate an apple. It was like a crispy prayer. This morning, facing the last of my hamper supplies, I just couldn’t do it. I’m down to an egg, a little rice and some good ‘ol Mr. Goudas oil. I’m uncomfortable, frustrated, and clearly unhealthy. I’m done.

So, in closing, here are some of the things I’ve learned:

- Adding a little water and heat to that cooked-to-the-bottom-of-the-pan rice makes it into a surprisingly yummy treat.

- No having extra money makes me feel lonely.

- Never take apples for granted.

- This system is unhealthy, insufficient, dehumanizing and wasteful. Sure, as people have pointed out, it’s not expected that people will live on what they get from the food bank, but with only $585 per month in social security, and with rent what it is in this city, there’s no way that most folks will have money leftover for food.

- Indigestion is a big bad hockey coach from Timmons.

- It’s possible to make a scary amount of garbage in one week of frugal eating.

- Tinned fruit cocktail is not the tasty sensation that I remember from childhood.

The most surprising thing that I’ve learned, though, is that people want to have this conversation. I thought that this project would be a quiet little journal exercise that no one would read but me. Instead, this page has gotten over 400 hits from over 300 unique visitors in the past 5 days. I’ve received dozens of emails on top of all the messages below, many from strangers, or people I haven’t spoken with in years.

It’s been far bigger than I could have guessed, and frankly, than I was comfortable with. It took some major adjusting, but it was adjusting I was happy to do. I’m simply amazed by how open and engaged my community has been by the questions raised in this experiment.

And, this is just one tiny piece. The Stop has inspired over 1000 people to take part in this exercise across the province. On average, participants estimate they they’ve had 80-100 conversations about food access across their respective weeks. That is almost 100,000 new conversations.

That’s beautiful.

So, I’m sayin’ it: THANK YOU. I’m so touched that you (yup, you) are reading this. If haven’t dropped a line, please do. If you have been sparked into new thoughts or if you disagree with me vehemently or if you just want to say hi, I’d love to hear it. Either leave a note below or drop me a line.

Here’s a hug!

Ever-warmly,
Chris (http://www.fireflycreativewriting.com/math)

Swapping Diets with a Friend

Like my fellow Challenge compatriot, Darcy Higgins of Food Forward, I too decided to conduct a sort of “diet swap” this week. I have a close friend who has been on and off social assistance for many years. Throughout our friendship, we have spent hours discussing the vast differences in our shopping habits and diets, and tracing them back to our divergent circumstances. This week, my diet resembles his more closely. And since I wasn’t spending my usual $50/week on food, I decided to send it his way instead. While he may not be splurging on organic lettuce or free range meats (since he knows how to stretch $50 more than anyone I know), he will use this opportunity to go grocery shopping, and has agreed to share his perspective – both on this week’s food buying and on his food practices in general – with my blog audience and Campaign supporters. Please read on, and feel free to contact me if you have any questions or comments for him. I will gladly pass them along.

- Emily

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I am a man in his mid-thirties, and have been involved with Ontario Works on and off for seven years now, often unable to work owing to challenges stemming from diagnosed anxiety and depression.  Having never finished a post-secondary program, my earning potential is poorly realized, despite high aptitude for a multitude of fields of study.  Admittedly, I do not represent the majority of OW clients: I am an otherwise healthy, Canadian-born male, with no criminal record or significant addiction issues; my command of both written and spoken English is excellent, and am very well-read; I have a highly educated, supportive peer group; I "present well", which is the term my case worker uses.

Given that, my experiences eating on a budget may not be taken as typical.  I fact, I have rarely even used food banks, and only use them now on the direction of my case worker.  In the past, I have felt that resource should be reserved for single parents, and the elderly and physically impaired.  Also, I smoked, and recognized choosing to allocate a portion of my payment in that direction had an obvious consequence.  (I have since quit.)  Now I periodically use a food bank to supplement what I purchase myself with whatever is left over after paying the rent; that amount has averaged $60 a month the last couple of years, or $15 week.

This week, Emily and I have traded places, in that she is eating from a list typical of offerings from a food bank, and I have $50 to spend as I see fit.  I will explain below how that is going, and then offer some more general thoughts; please accept them as my own opinions, few of which have been carefully vetted.

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