Almost two weeks into my experiment I'm often tempted to cut corners. A little devil in a red leather pantsuit is sitting on my left shoulder tempting me to cheat. A little angel in white linen pants and a cashmere sweater is sitting on my right shoulder reminding me of why I am doing this experiment-- to identify with the poor.
The devil says: You want a cup of coffee. Get it! You have a Starbucks gift card that you got for the holidays from your workplace. It was a gift, so you're not paying for it out of your $1 a day. The angel says: People living in poverty aren't likely to get a gift card from their boss, and even if they did they would probably buy some food with it.
The devil says: Those hash browns you made are good, but they would be even better with some ketchup out of your refridgerator. The angel says: But you didn't buy that ketchup with your $1 a day-- so it is off limits!
You get the idea. I'm holding the course, but gotta admit that I fight a fair amount of rationalizations each day. Probably the same rationalizations that keep me from establishing regular and permanent sacrifices to do my part making world poverty a thing of the past.