I was in the middle of a chew when I realized just how much food I had in my mouth. My cheeks were stretched. My tongue fought for air in a dark corner. I realized, as well, that I hadn’t been chewing nearly as much as the chew your food people recommend. The uncomfortable succession of hard lumps going down my throat told me that. I looked at my plate and realized that I wasn’t even halfway done.
And why is it anyway that I can’t pick up one kernel of popcorn at a time? Why should I take a handful when the bowl is right there next to me? Won’t it burn more calories if I spend the energy to collect one at a time?
The way I eat my food is the way I live my life. I take on a bunch of stuff, never focusing on one at a time. Even if the others can wait, I want them close to me, in my hand, lest they go stale or someone else grabs them first. I take great big spoonfuls. There’s so much I love to consume, yet my resources are limited, and that makes me uncomfortable. There isn’t time, but there is. There is time. I need to make it. So the making of time is the chewing. I won’t swallow too early because something else has got my attention, like the next bit of food. I’ll take the time with the things I love, set priorities, cultivate focus and presence.
How do you eat, and how does it reflect how you live? If you’d like to nibble on this topic, comment down below!