Chewing

I no longer eat processed meat.

Sausages.

Bacon.

I still think they taste wonderful.

And yet, I rarely reach for them anymore.

Perhaps my body simply stopped asking for them.

That may sound like an exaggeration.

But it is the closest description I have.

There was another thing I noticed.

For a while, I ate only foods that were easy to digest.

Without realizing it, I had almost stopped chewing.

Looking back, that was when I felt the lowest.

I still cannot explain why.

But when I began chewing my food properly again, little by little, my energy returned.

Perhaps chewing is about more than eating.

Perhaps it is connected to living itself.