Tonight, as I was scarfing down my supper, it suddenly occurred to me that I was scarfing down my supper. No wonder I get hungry in between meals. I eat my meals so fast that I don’t even remember them.
I put my fork down, took a deep breath, and relaxed. There was no reason to rush through my meal. Why was I in such a hurry that I wasn’t even tasting my food? Then it hit me. I was rushing to get to that full feeling, worried that I might not reach it at this meal.
Yes, it has been a revolution for me to understand the full feeling and be able to stop eating. But because it is so new and not an ingrained habit, I worry each meal that I will not reach that sensation. Therefore, I have been rushing through my meals to get to that point and not really enjoying the food I was eating. How insane.
My meal consisted of steamed broccoli and plain pasta with Parmesan cheese. Not a fancy meal, but one I love and I wasn’t even enjoying it. I slowed down, put my fork down between bites, and concentrated on tasting the food. So much better.
Food is good. It should be enjoyed. Another lesson learned.