Years ago, some children and I were playing cards and munching on chips or crackers or something like that. And, as we all know, itís so easy to grab these by the handful and eat a few at a time.
The four-year-old looked sternly at me and said ďeveryone should just take one at a time!Ē And he was ANNOYED. At the time, I was truly impressed that he took such a neutral tone. He didnít say Ďhey, stop that!í
This scene returned to me as I was eating a small bag of pretzels. I must confess that Iíve returned to the habit of eating a few at a time, even though I know itís a bit of a risk with the tiny tummy. But, as I remembered that irate, small boy, it dawned on me that this was not only a matter of courtesy, but of slowing down Ė of being satisfied, of enjoying what you have.
So I did. And it worked! It must have taken about 30 minutes to finish that tiny little bag, and I was more than satisfied. Now, letís look at that last phrase. More than satisfied. Yes, itís true. About halfway through the bag, Iíd realized that I was satisfied, but I kept going. There was no real reason to continue eating. No hunger, no emotion attached to it, just the fact that the pre-surgery habits of cleaning my plate seem to be raising their heads.
Gotta chop off those little heads. But isnít it amazing that the key seems to be in something that a small child knew, and understood? Somehow, somewhere, I missed a few beats. Time to go back to the beginning, to learn some lessons that Iíve either forgotten, or perhaps never heard.