I tend to bolt my food — and then, when there are two bites left on the plate, I remember to slow down and chew. Perhaps if I said a blessing before the meal, I’d be more aware, but that impulse is usually overshadowed by the pouring of wine and the arranging of napkins and forks. Of course, slowing down and chewing would be much better for my health than swallowing it all down like my dog . . .
Slowly, Slowly Becoming Conscious
Slowly, Slowly Becoming Conscious
Slowly, Slowly Becoming Conscious
I tend to bolt my food — and then, when there are two bites left on the plate, I remember to slow down and chew. Perhaps if I said a blessing before the meal, I’d be more aware, but that impulse is usually overshadowed by the pouring of wine and the arranging of napkins and forks. Of course, slowing down and chewing would be much better for my health than swallowing it all down like my dog . . .