Tonight my meditation teacher asked “when was the last time you ate food?” I was puzzled when I realized he meant something more than just “what time did you have lunch?” His point was that many of us rarely slow down enough to notice if we’ve had enough, let alone take the time to be mindful and savor each bite.
Me? I know I haven’t truly eaten in nearly a week. Oh, I shoveled food in my mouth with one hand while typing with the other. I’ve poured countless cups of cold tea and coffee down the drain because I’ve been too distracted to drink them while they’re hot. Dinner has been at 8 or 9 pm when I’m dragging with exhaustion but still working.
So tonight, as it was another late night, I ordered Chinese food. But instead of inhaling it while scrolling through my email, I sat down to eat at the table. No gadgets, no TV, no guilt. Just me and the tofu.
With a nod to The Daily Connoisseur’s advice to “always use your best,” I even busted out the good plates.
And, for the first time in days, I ate my food.
Photo taken with an iPhone