I have been known to inhale my food. Seriously – I skip all the steps involved in going from the fork to the belly. I don’t know what happens. It certainly is not as if I grew up in a situation where food was scarce and I would lose the opportunity to eat without a rush. And, I KNOW the facts – I KNOW that digestion begins in the mouth, with chewing, and I KNOW that I would feel better most of the time if I slowed down, really, really chewed and used all my senses to take in the meal. But, I still don’t do it most of the time.
Interestingly enough, chewing and crunching is something that I NEED. I crave it. I constantly add items of crunch, such as nuts and seeds, to my meals just to ensure I am able to really bite down and even hear the mouthwatering process. And, we all know how much I love the crunch of crispy apples, right? (Almonds and apples, you can’t go wrong!).
I like crunch. I like big crunchy bites. I long for big crunch, crispy bites of apples and almonds.
My desire serves as a metaphor for my life: I like to take a big bite out of life. (This was an outside analysis of my personality shared with me years ago).
And perhaps there is more to it than just that:
From a psychophysiologic perspective, chewing and crunching are natural outlets for inborn aggression.
Actually, I don’t believe my need for crunch has anything to do with aggression that I hold inside – I’m pretty peaceful.
In a comparable manner, to be fully nourished by any experience, we must “taste” and “chew” it thoroughly. –
Now this hits home for me. I truly believe, THIS is a metaphor for my life. I long to taste and chew all of my experiences. My challenge…doing just that.