I don’t think I’ve ever really stopped eating. I’m not saying that I struggle with my weight, because I don’t really. If I had to describe my physical composition at the moment, I’d say, “overcooked piece of penne rigate,” but as far as size goes I’m O.K. with where I am. I’m saying I am never not eating.
I come from a long line of noshers. My father, my grandfather, his grandfather before him in Poland. We like to snack. My wife says it’s “unconscious.” It’s like those people who eat plastic wrap or bed pillows when they’re on Ambien. Except I do it when I’m awake.
