I once had an Aunt of whom I was not fond. One of the ways she used to irritate me was by setting down her fork between bites. Here at the Duke Diet and Fitness Center they recommend this practice, because it helps you eat more slowly and savor your food more. You aren’t even meant to load up your next mouthful until the one you are chewing is completely swallowed. Try it–my aunt is the only person I know who ever pulled it off.
Being reminded of my aunt eating has taken me right back to a particularly painful time in my family’s history, which, surprise surprise, was when my eating problems started. I was 10 then, which means I have been fat for forty years. “Do you need four weeks?’ said my father when I told him I was spending all of July at fat camp. Seems I do–and then some.