I've been overeating. I eat too fast; I don't pay attention to how much I'm putting in mouth. It's quickly catching up with me in terms of my health. It's not OK. So this past weekend I did some reading about mindful eating.
It's oddly challenging, this way of having a meal. So I've decided to do it at least once a day to start.
It's very strange. I eat alone a lot, everytime I'm at home, usually in front of the TV. When I'm out and about, it's a book. It's always something. Something besides just the food.
So yesterday, I sat with my sandwich in my cubicle, and cleared everything off my screens and put my phone and calender aside. And did nothing but eat. And...
I held my sandwich in two hands.
I chewed. I tasted.
I drank my water.
I breathed in and out.
So much going on, really.
And when I came to the second half of my sandwich, I put it away so I could go back to the life beckoning.
It's a start.