According to Wikipedia precycling is a form of waste minimization. Specifically,
“Precycling is the practice of reducing waste by attempting to avoid bringing into the home or business items which will generate waste.
Those that participate in the precycling movement may carry with them a “precycling kit” when they are outside of their houses. Such a kit might include a re-usable lunchbox, a set of cutlery, a cloth napkin or handkerchief (instead of paper tissues) and a thermos or reusable water-bottle, etc.; all items might be carried in a cloth bag that can double as a shopping bag.
Precycling, then, includes any such attempts to reduce the production of waste.”
I gotta say, I had never heard the word before or really thought that there was a concrete concept to how I try to live. It’s interesting to find out you are following a dictate without ever having realized the dictate exists. Does that mean I am very forward thinking or way behind the times?
I spend a fair bit of time with small children and their parents at play dates and such. It’s always so interesting to me, when I pull out my bambu spork (which I absolutely love by the way) and explain why I use it. At first it’s “wow, what’s that?” and then a look of complete confusion when I say I use it so I don’t have to use the plastic utensils they have. Like I don’t get that the plastic is free. Why wouldn’t I use it if it’s just being given to me? And I’ve pretty much come to expect this from parents and kids alike.
At least when I pull out my hanky and explain that it belonged to my great-grandmother they just think I’m sentimental. I’m so much better with that than “crazy lady”. Although my son is 16 months old and I already have a note to myself to look into bento boxes for when he goes to school.
So maybe crazy isn’t so far off. Or that bad. I mean have you seen what you can do with a bento box?
And no, I don’t really expect my son’s lunches will ever look like this. But I can dream. I can also dream that one day he might eat such a healthy looking meal. But that’s another story.