I’m not going to slap myself around about eating with other people and chatting it up though. First, that would be pointless, and second, I’d really like to stop slapping myself around altogether. The past is past and it’s not like I’m in training to join a monastic order tomorrow. Maybe in a couple of years.
Also, there are times when talking with someone gets put a little higher on the priority scale. Case in point: Just last night a good friend of mine called from Portland while I was eating, so I had dinner with him on the phone. In my world, if you’re sitting there dining by yourself, you don’t tell someone you haven’t spoken with in months, “Oh, I’m eating right now. I’ll have to call you back.”
There are nine days left in my non-multitasking eating experiment and I can’t say I’m going to miss it. Hence the nine-day countdown readily accessed in my head. What I can envision, though, is sitting down to eat something while the tv or computer is on, deciding that whatever it is on my plate is too good to miss, and then turning off the other stimuli. As you can tell by some of my earlier posts, this doesn’t happen often. I can put together some serious food fails—but occasionally I come up with gold. When I do, at least now I’ll be aware enough to know that it’s time to pay attention.
