Monday, February 06, 2012
When I was in high school, I was two blocks away from the main branch of the public library. If I scarfed down my lunch, I could spend most of my lunch hour wandering the stacks rather than hanging out in the Cafetorium (as they called it) with people I did not like and who did not like me.
Then I got to University, and if I scheduled things right I could sleep in and be off campus fairly early - if I didn't stop for lunch. A quick wolf down between class would tide me over.
Then I got to work, and working through lunch - eating quickly at my desk so I could go back to whatever I was working on - became the norm.
Over years - decades! - I trained myself to eat as quickly as possible. I like food. I like good food. Yet I rarely gave myself time to savour it. If I really wanted to 'taste' something, I would have to eat a lot of it. Half a bag of chips before my brain realized I was eating them. And of course, that did not do my body any favours.
I am trying to 're-train' myself to eat slowly. To not inhale food (that's dangerous; I actually choked once eating too fast). To savour eat bite, chew it thoroughly, and swallow before moving on to the next one. Some days are better than others. Dinner is easier than lunch; my body doesn't have the same automatic 'eat it all now!' connection. Snacking in the afternoon, so I am not ragingly hungry when I get home, also helps. Its easier to slow down when you aren't ravenous.
A small handful of peanuts really does go further if you don't eat them in one gulp, and I am feeling fuller sooner (and thus not tempted to go back for seconds or thirds) when I do manage to eat slow. Its hard, but I remind myself it took years to train myself to eat like a vacuum cleaner; its going to take more than a couple of days to reverse the trend. Any progress is good progress.
Also, the theme of this blog was prompted by this absolutely adorable youtube video:
The trick is to be the tortoise!