Every year, about this time, the newspaper, TV, and internet news sources start to focus on obesity. The timing is obvious: we all know we eat too much at various meals during the holiday season. It’s nearly impossible to eat healthy from mid-November to early January: between the feasts, the parties, the leftovers, and the (sadistic?) habit of mothers everywhere to actually make all the cookies, brownies, and treats that we can stuff into our mouths, it’s amazing we don’t actually hurt ourselves regularly.
The National Institute of Health determined a few years back that, on average, Americans gain about one pound each year during the holiday season. While this is substantially less than the seven or so pounds many news sites quote, it’s still an indication that we are not taking as much care of our health as we probably should.
I will be the first to admit, I’m as guilty as anyone of eating more than I need. With the enormous meals we set out, it takes tremendous self-control to stop after a reasonable portion. Most of the time I only overdo it a little. But sometimes I eat a disgusting amount. Self control is good in theory, but we fail ourselves on occasion.
And that is exactly why I propose a different approach. Instead of setting out giant feasts, how about creating a meal in moderate amounts that focuses on quality rather than quantity? Why not turn attention at your gatherings in a different direction, paying mind to the abundance of love rather than the abundance of food?
During my month in the wilderness this summer, I was living on a minimalist diet that even now I have a hard time comprehending. One habit that I formed then and that I try to maintain now was that of completely finishing one bite before starting the next. I mean completely. I would take a bite and put my utensil down. I would chew that bite slowly, savoring every bit of flavor and nourishment it provided. I would swallow. Then, and only then, would I pick up my utensil and start preparing the next bite.
It was a difficult practice to follow. I can say this, though: throughout the meal, I was absolutely grateful for the meal, and for the people I was with, and for the scenery, and for life itself. Instead of being focused on preparing a future mouthful, I was intent on enjoying the current one.
And instead of coming away from the meal feeling bloated and miserable, I came away refreshed and energized. Eating was the practice, but gratefulness was the purpose. The discipline was in taking the time to savor each morsel, knowing there were too few but accepting that and finding gratitude anyway.
While that circumstance may be more extreme than you wish to try, I at least challenge you to this: slow down. In each meal, spend a few minutes eating intentionally and deliberately, paying close attention to every detail of the food you consume. During that time, be fully aware of what you have to be thankful for. Acknowledge your companions. Think about all the people involved in getting the meal from the earth to your table. Give thanks in whatever way is appropriate for you.
Enjoy. Enjoy the abundance you find within yourself, and you’ll discover you don’t need abundance on the table.
Resources:
- Holiday Weight Gain Slight, But May Last A Lifetime [www.nichd.nih.gov]
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From the editor
This year, Thanksgiving for me was a little different. Celebrating an American holiday in Korea is not exactly straightforward.
First off, we couldn’t get any turkey. I am willing to believe the bird doesn’t exist in this country. So our main course was roast chicken instead. Watching as the chicken was carved was an amusing sight.
Second, there were four of us, myself, my wife, and two twenty-something men who are also in the same building. If anyone has expectations about what should be at a Thanksgiving feast, well, let’s just say that ours was missing many essentials. There were plenty of potato dishes, though.
Third, we had to wait until Saturday. Why? Mainly because we had to work Thursday and no-one wanted to stay up late cooking and eating.
Fourth, there was no football on TV. Oh, wait, I digress… that’s not really part of Thanksgiving anyway. Well, perhaps…
Anyway, it was wonderful in all the ways that mattered: we had a bountiful meal, quiet conversation, and thoughts of abundance and stories of friends and family back home. The rest didn’t matter anyway.
I hope your Thanksgiving was as good as mine!
Oh, by the way, extra credit points to anyone who can correctly identify all three songs whose lyrics appear in the ‘Other news’ section. I’ll give you a hint: the first one is ‘If You’re Happy and You Know It’.
Healthy thoughts,
Jeff


