Image: 'Free Girl Eating Yummy Pink Donut Creative Commons'Last year I was diagnosed with pre-diabetes and borderline cholesterol. My doctor told me to clean up my diet. So the other day I had a 9:30 doctor's appointment to take a follow-up blood test to see if I've been a good girl. The appointment was early because I was not supposed to eat or drink prior to the test.
In my purse I had brought with me a whole wheat peanut butter sandwich to inhale after my bloods were drawn.
While sitting on the subway train en route to the doc's office, I kept smelling the yummy peanut butter, and I kept feeling the impulse to eat or just pick at my sandwich, even though I wasn't hungry. I kept wondering if I wanted to eat my sandwich because I was bored or because I'm used to eating in the morning.
Why do I eat?
Now I'm trying to be more mindful whenever I'm in the kitchen, snooping through the cabinets. Am I bored? Stressed? I heard somewhere a cool quote: "Eat to live and not live to eat". I'm afraid I've been doing a lot of living to eat. What about you?