Endeavor to once again be the slowest eater in the room

Once I was the slowest eater in the room. With my family, out to eat with friends, I chewed the most times and took the longest time to finish my meal. This wasn't due to any good health practices or positive intentions—I just like the taste of food and I enjoy eating it

Now, due to tardive dyskinesia, I chew quickly and eat fast. Having less control of my mouth muscles, I've gone from being the slowest eater in the room to the fastest. I'm not savoring my meals—I'm surviving them. Chewing fast and swallowing big bites, I sometimes almost choke myself when I eat

I bite my cheeks all the time

Last night I ate bacon. And my chewing slowed down. Because I absolutely must chew bacon slowly or I bite my cheeks. And the bacon tastes amazing—it's so much better when I savor my bites slowly. When I let the crumbles sink between my teeth. When the salt and flavor collects on my tongue—bacon!

So this is is something I will endeavor to do—to once again be the slowest eater in the room. I will chew more slowly. Let myself take my time. To remind myself that there is no hurry. This is something I have known before, but forgot. There's a lesson here for the rest of my life: that there is no hurry. That the journey is worthwhile regardless of how quickly I make it to my destination—if I get there at all

As they say, eat less taste more!

And as I say, do fewer things better: the more I taste, the longer I eat, the fewer things I will be doing since eating takes longer. Eating quickly lies that there's something more to do after dinner. I contend this is mostly false—the only thing to really do well is whatever you're already doing at the moment