The gluttony started on the wagon ride into the picking fields. The sight of so many ripe berries triggered ancient urges deep in my primate brain. I very much wanted to pick every last strawberry on the entire farm. So they wouldn't be wasted? To ensure I wouldn't starve this winter? Because their juicy redness signaled their mother lode of sugars and nutrients? So I could spend my entire weekend processing them? There's no rational reason for this urge, but it was powerful and it prevailed.
|What was I thinking? I wasn't.|
I've been going deeper into my own mindful eating practice for the month of June (and I've been gardening and enjoying the outdoors and generally avoiding computers and not blogging). There are many things that make this practice a challenge, and the biggest may be the wealth of food we are constantly immersed in. I am surrounded by delicious, affordable, healthy food. My home never lacks of food. Just as familiarity breeds contempt, abundance breeds antipathy. And mindless eating.
During my strawberry-picking frenzy I overheard one dad encouraging his kids to keep picking. I love what he said: "You know what I think about when I'm strawberry picking? I think about a day in January when I'm going to appreciate having these delicious berries." Exactly! I hope his January strawberry treat evokes a warm June day filled with sun and birdsong and a refreshing lake breeze. Happy mindful eating, patient strawberry-picking dad!