Hellooooooooooooooo Strangers!!!!
It is I, that person that last updated a little less than a month ago. I know, I know. I kind of suck at this whole blogging thing. I need a shtick. Something that I can be known for, something to get me to blog regularly. Like Allie and her cute drawings and funny life observations. Or Mark and his amazing book reviews. Anyone out there have any ideas for me?
Anyway- while I have been away, I've been writing down blog topics on my iPod. And thus, we come to today's subject- How I eat food.
I am a very particular person. I do things weird. Mainly because I over think EVERYTHING I do. Especially at meal times.
Here's the story. When I was in Jr. High, me and my friends would sit at the lunch table happily eating our lunches and enjoying life. Well, one day, I noticed that I was always the first person done eating. Which, in my young, ever thinking head, made me believe that it made me look fat. Like, I was such a pig that I just had to scarf my food down.
That moment has now ruined my ability to eat normally.
Since that day, I made it a purpose to slow down when I eat. I started watching others eat, matching them bite for bite. I took smaller bites.
I started finishing at the same time as people. I felt good about myself. But... I couldn't stop. Instead of finishing at the same time as people, I started finishing after them. I wasn't trying to- it was subconscious.
Nowadays, it is impossible for me to NOT be the last one at the table. I don't do it on purpose, I just can't help but eat slow- it is physically impossible for me to eat faster (I tried the other day- we were at a restaurant and everyone else was done eating and I still had half my food left. Rather than just leave the food since I HATE wasting food, I ended up scarfing it down real fast and made myself sick.) Most times, when we eat family dinners at the table, my family will actually start putting away their plates and such and move on to watch TV.... all while I'm still at the table eating.
I can't lay all the blame on myself. The BF takes huge bites of his food when he eats (like, one bite and half of it is gone- how am I supposed to compete with that??) But yes, the majority of the blame is on myself. For being so anal.
But hey, at least I get to savor my food!
