Eating on the run - no fun!
Monday, May 27, 2013
I've been very conscientious about preparing and enjoying my meals since embarking on this "better way of relating to food" project. This has meant some big changes to my daily routine, to incorporate cooking/meal-prep time. It's been time well invested... and over the last months has become a habit, and I don't begrudge it. I'm DONE with the message that Big Food Advertisers have sold us on, that "our time is too valuable to be wasted chained to the stove." Cooking NEED NOT be a CHORE. It can be a JOY. Depends how you want to look at it. I have come to truly believe that it is far too important to our lives and health to be outsourcing it to industrial food producers.
So. I always eat my breakfast. Or at very least, prepare it to take with me to enjoy once I get to work. Always. I never have to squeal my tires through the drive-thru lane for fast-food breakfast sandwiches.
Except for today. Hooboy, what a Monday. I got up a little late, and I got a little overly ambitious with my lunch-prep (for myself and also my son). So I was running out of time as I started in on breakfast (today's plan was homemade egg mcmuffins). I actually managed to complete the cooking of said muffins.... when I remembered I had an early meeting start this morning, and suddenly I was already-late. No time to sit down and enjoy my brekky with a cup of tea! Grabbed car keys, grabbed muffin, gone!
Driving with one hand, holding muffin to my face with the other, scarfing it down in five bites.
Gee. That was enjoyable. Not.
To think - that is how I USED to eat, most of the time, most of my meals. Rapidly, mindlessly, stuffing food in without even tasting it. Often enough, "while doing something else" such as driving, watching tv/computer, working... How depressing.
Now I'm at work and I feel like something's been missed... and I have to keep reminding myself, "yes, you ate your breakfast, you're not hungry!" and when I concentrate I can, indeed, recognize that my stomach is full. Hunger sated, but I'm not satisfied.
Point taken, food. Well played. Tomorrow I shall pay more attention to you and appreciate the way in which you satisfy. Which is not shovelled-in-at-high-speed while driving.