Savor the Gift

9 05 2013

I am either in the midst of my most recent diet attempt; best guess is about 6,500 or I am in a lifestyle change. It should be clear to all who can count that this is not easy for me. I am especially good at eating, I am good at it and I like it.. Just check out my Krispy Kreme blog post.

So like any other woefully incompetent person who admits their need for assistance, I implore you… enough of those desserts on Facebook. What Twiggy like pastry chef thought, ” I know, I’ll entice my girthly-challenged friends with photos of succulent dishes and desserts with chocolate oozing down the side of the forbidden fruit of dieters, err… those on life style changes?”

I’ve tried to take a sensible approach to eating before. I’ve told myself that food is fuel for the body. Such a logical approach gave me distance from the pleasures of eating. We need gas to get around in our cars and food to move our bodies. Period.

When filling up my car with gas, if I put in more than the tank will hold, it spills out on my shoes. Not to mention the waste of a limited resource..

If I over eat it spills out so I can’t see my shoes. See the correlation? Solution,  get a bigger tank. Get saddlebag tanks, tanks in the front and the rear  and a caboose to tag along. Like a tick getting its fill I just expand. Not a pretty picture.. A big one, though.

So, now I am told to eat slowly. Really! That breaks down my filling up the tank logic, which isn’t working anyway. Who fills up their car at a snail’s pace?

I want to be like a NASCAR pit crew checking the oil, tossing the trash, washing the windshield and with spinning tires merge on the speedway of life before someone gets to the finish line before me.

Forget the obvious fact that when it is all said and done, the next finish line will be followed by another and another and…then that final one none wants to cross too soon. What couple says, ” Let’s invite the Smiths over to the Texaco station for the evening?” My logic was flawed.

I am told to slow down, taste the food, savor the moment, give my internal gages time to register that I’m  filling my tank. I am told to acknowledge that I need less that I have been consuming and overfilling my tank is not good for the vehicle, my body.

Those tires, my feet need to have less pressure on them. My knees and hips, the shock absorbers will last longer if not overloaded. Then the internal engine does better when it can breathe easier, doesn’t smoke and is not revved up too high for too long in order to move at  insane speeds.. Not to mention the additives- aka meds- I am putting in my tank to compensate for the neglect of the ‘vehicle.’

Here is my dilemma, our dilemma. The culture shouts, ” faster is better than slower, more is better than less and bigger is better than smaller.” Check out recent mobile phone ads, car ads… any ads.

I have come to conclude it is a lie. The right speed is best, better is better than bigger or smaller, and enough is… well enough. Food is just one of the ways wallow in the excesses of life. I’ll bet we all might be able to identify one or two in our lives.

What if we encouraged one another to savor and taste not only meals but life itself; paused just a bit longer to let sunrise and sunsets register in our souls?

 How wonderful would it be to consider the lilies of the field and stars in the sky to find beauty and treasures. Sacred moments.

What if we slowed down to an appropriate speed on the highways and the way we live life?  What if we carried less burdens in mind, body, spirit, soul?  What if the German architect Ludwig Mies van der Rohe was right in architecture and life , “less is more”?

How would this fleeting time together be enriched if when we were together we listened to one another like one relishing the last morsel of epicurean delight, savoring the joy of  hearing with ears, eyes and heart?

And what a better time than at the next moment, meal, sunrise, sunset, star filled night, journey, relationship…? What if we might try to live this gift of life in more of a qualitative state than quantitative one; quality over quantity. Savor it.