Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m rather fond of eating at my desk. Of course its one thing for me to recommend to others that they not multitask while eating, but when it comes to me well, physician heal thyself and all that.
Its a fact that if part of this journey is to eat less, then one thing we have to focus on is enjoying it more. Clearly, quantity in and of itself cannot be the thing that we rely on for satisfaction because we’ve done that and we know where it leads. No, we need to find ways to maximize our enjoyment of food, so that the smaller portions we’re having can leave us feeling satisfied.
Unfortunately (or, better put, FORTUNATELY) I’ve come to the realization that my practice of eating while working cannot continue. I’d like to say that its because I’ve had a profound revelation and I’m now evolved enough to start changing my unhealthy ways.
No, the reality is more mundane. At my new job, I no longer have an office, but rather a tiny cubicle in a large warren of similar workspaces. And as a matter of course, any time I eat anything, the sight, sound and smell is causing my coworkers to comment. I knew something had to change yesterday when someone came to me and said “I can never get lost in this division, since yours is the desk with all of the aromas.”
This was only one in a series of comments that have come my way, and I realize that, just like making loud personal phone calls, my surreptitious eating is just not amenable to a group working environment.
On the positive side, my new job has something my old one sorely lacked — a large, separate dining area. Sure, its a bit of a walk, but that’s not a bad thing. Sure, it’ll take me away from my desk for extended periods of time — but that’s not so bad either. After all, if I have to leave my desk because I’m snacking all day, then it says a lot about ways I might be able to reform my eating habits!
This afternoon, I dutifully went to the cafeteria (a bright, clean area with a nice view) and had my popcorn and some crystal light. It was a nice, pleasant experience, and it helped me focus on the food and enjoy it a bit more.
Of course, I had to bring the newspaper with me. Old habits die hard.