It’s already over. Seems like it just began. Oh, yes, it did just begin. Only three days, after all. It didn’t even seem like more! That’s the real gift that I have received from eating only fruit since Sunday night. I found that it wasn’t that hard, not much of a deprivation. I found things to eat, when I was hungry. I also found that I mostly eat when I am not hungry. I eat habitually – meaning certain things trigger me to go grab something to eat.
Finished reading a New Yorker article? – Grab something to chew.
Stuck in what to put down on paper? – Find something to nosh.
Back home from work downtown? – Snack on something.
And did I get tremors and shakes when all I could reach for was a piece of fruit? Nope. I just found out whether I was actually hungry (and therefore would go to the trouble of slicing up a mango or pear or apricot) or I was just in the kitchen out of mindless habit. And mostly, I was just in the kitchen looking blankly in the refrigerator or cupboards out of habit.
So the gift was to find out – in three easy days – what it really means to be mindful of what you do.