Love Is The Strongest Medicine: Notes from a Cancer Doctor on Connection, Creativity, and Compassion

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Baked Lay's.

I hear them.

The crackling bag.

Those darn Baked Lay's could be my downfall.

If I'm not careful.

Or mindful.

Frito-Lay’s line of Baked snacks are baked, not fried!

Stop, Steven.

I said this to myself.

Baked to give you the great taste you’ve come to love with Frito-Lay snacks.

Stop this right now, dude.

Again, to myself.

On top of that, Baked snacks offer less fat than regular potato chips and cheese-flavored snacks.

Damn that marketing.

Ok, hold on.




Be mindful before taking a bite.

I just pause for a moment.

I look at the chip in my hand and ask myself.

When I eat a chip, am I really forwarding my health?

Is this chip forwarding the possibility of future me to playing catch with my grandson?


If you are like me, the second question barely scratches the surface of consciousness.

It's just, "Me want chip -- me want chip now."

But I can replace chip.

Swap chip for almond.

When I chew almond, know that I am chewing almond.

Know that almond will bring me closer, not farther, from playing catch with future grandson.

I can become fully engaged in the power of the chip-almond swap.

In the putting down of chip in the here and now.

And picking up almond.

Living into the future of playing catch.