Keep my priorities straight, O God. Let me not make food my god. Fill me with Your power and might to resist urges and impulses. Amen
--V.L. Estrem, C.L. Boysen
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Charlie:
For years I ate at a reasonable pace. Then I got to the third year of med school. I truly have no idea how many times I was beeped away from food before I could eat; naturally after the second time I started to bolt my food. Well, things didn't get any better in residency or in practice. A long time ago I noticed that even on the weekends and on vacation I ate so quickly that I didn't taste my food.
A break point happened when I was out hunting about ten years ago. I ended up waiting for my buddies with nothing to do but sit and think. After half an hour I located a Tootsie pop in a pocket that I had forgotten. It took me twenty wonderful minutes to eat; I wasn't doing anything else and I enjoyed each lick. But my eating habits in general didn't change even though I could have had more enjoyment out of my food by slowing down, well, two days a week (sometimes). Then I made a major adjustment to my schedule back in May. Come August I was sitting in a motel. I said to Bethany, "This is lush, this is de luxe." She said, "You're eating cheese and crackers."
Which led me to the following piece of wisdom: Cheese and crackers eaten slowly tastes better than steak eaten in haste.
Now I still find myself backsliding from time to time, and if I get hungry I rush my food. But I get more hedonic satisfaction when I eat slow. Especially if I'm doing nothing but eating. Not even reading a newspaper.
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