#3 Fast Food
I know, you thought that I talked about that yesterday, but I am not referring to the roadside food brothels, but me. Sometimes I eat my food FAST, really fast. I hate it. I have two speeds really fast, and really slow. On busy days, I run a million miles a minute - I dash to and fro enjoying my speed, impressing myself with my complete worth as a mother. I instinctively go faster, When I know I have to rush to get someone somewhere, I forget to slow down, I forget that once the child is delivered, I am free. The rush is over, I can let my death grip on the steering wheel go. My tension should be released. Noooo not for me, I rush to the store, I rush to the school, I rush on my errands. It then becomes impossible for me to eat slow. When I eat fast I eat too much. Simple.
Yesterday is a good example, I rushed everywhere, every hour was scheduled. First thing in the morning I reset my odometer for a new route I wanted to run and as the day went on I found that I had driven 31 miles without leaving my city limits, in fact I don't think I went past a 15 mile radius, just up and down my hill, over and over. Instead of lunch I ate everything in my purse, cranberries, almonds, saltines - I had a weeks worth, but I kept refuling a full belly. When I got home I rushed around getting snacks for the teeming masses, while doing so I nervously ate and dramatically thought "would I get to soccer on time??" (of course dummy, it is only a ten minute drive) "How was I going to get my two-year old back into her car seat?? (Little Mermaid dvd, silly) By dinner time I was frantic though I had the rest of the night off, I made dinner at warp speed, I rushed the family to the table, we had the two year old say the prayer (she says the shortest) and I commenced eating. It was a frenzy that I was helpless to stop. Picture Cookie Monster. That was me. I am weak.
So here I am a 39 year old sesamie street character. I have no solutions, no ideas that work, I am a helpless victim of my speed. This is no lie, no dramatization, I could line up my children and get their testimonials. I turn this problem to you the readers of this blog, even the lurkers, I could use ideas for this terminal condition. I am a speed eater. I have no evasive manuvers, I only recognize the problem. Oh that there really was a "chill out" button I could switch on. Help - Anyone?