Hungry Like the Wolf

wolfen-like zeal.

that's the best way to describe how i eat. wolfen-like zeal. daintiness is not one of my better qualities unless i'm on a date (not in the past 5 years) or at a fancy shmancy restaurant, heavy on the shmance. i don't know why i eat with such wolfen-like zeal, but i do know that it gets worse the longer i wait to eat. this is why i snack between meals - to help scale back that wolfie behavior at the dinner table. the reason i bring this up is because i have to learn to chew my food beyond thoroughly and wait one full minute between bites after the surgery. i should be trying to work on that now as i've got enough changes to get used to soon and very soon, but i just can't do it. tonight's dinner is a great example; i had a pretty decent lunch (subway turkey melt - only 14g fat+sun chips and one chocolate chip cookie) and i didn't have anything else at all til dinner. tonight's dinner was hot dogs with chili and cheese. it wasn't a high fat dinner, either - i only cook 98% fat free turkey dogs so that we can add the chili and cheese.

i ate 4 in 10 minutes.

and then proceeded to howl at the moon.

i do this every single time i wait too long to eat. why is that? i'm obviously not going to starve and i know i'm not the only person on the planet who does this.

do you do this?

i do this.

i don't want to do this anymore.

i want to eat like a lady.
not like a stray dog.
not like a high school linebacker.
not like a wolf.

this will probably be the most difficult transition for me to adjust to but i have to do it. i've still not started the "no drinking liquids 30 minutes before and during meals" rule, nor have i begun any semblance of a low-carb life. and it's still too damn cold to go to the pool. tomorrow i will snack on celery with light cream cheese and dill and try to remember to take small bites, chew til it's completely unrecognizable and wait 1 full minute between bites. i'll let you know how it goes.
wish me luck!
pax,
margo