Me? 90 seconds, easy. And I don't mean it would take 90 seconds if I was in a Pop-Tart eating contest either. I'm fully aware that scarfing down food isn't conducive to weight loss, but I just can't help it. My mom is a speedy eater too, so maybe it's genetic. (She's also tiny, so I don't think I'm making a valid point here).bad thing). Last week at work, the girl I sit next to got a pack of Pop-Tarts from the vending machine. About ten minutes after she opened them, I noticed she was still eating the Pop-Tarts. I was pretty impressed, but when I noticed she was still slooowly working on those darn Pop-Tarts thirty minutes later, I was blown away. Another ten minutes, and then another ten minutes and another ten minutes went by. I'm pretty sure at one point I was just staring in disbelief with my head cocked to the side. I just couldn't comprehend how a human being could eat something as delicious as a strawberry Pop-Tart at a super-snail's pace. I stopped keeping track after a while, but I'd say it took her about an hour and a half before she was done. Amazing.
The girl is a petite little thing, so I guess her eating style explains that. I need to learn from this, but I don't know if I ever will. Eating slowly seems impossible. Like, guys, I'm pretty sure I could kick Takeru Kobayashi's ass in a hot dog eating contest. Hell, I know I could.
What about you: Is your eating speed more like Pop-Tart girl or Takeru Kobayashi --or somewhere in between?