Eating while reading is my vice. And it's one that I'm not willing to give up at this point nor do I know if I'll ever be ready. The best I can do is to control the quantity and quality of food I eat while reading. Nothing is more comforting to me than to hunker down with something warm and soft to eat while reading an absorbing novel. The world goes away with all its pain and distress and for a couple hours I can escape. I've learned now to deal better with my emotions, but I still like to "go away."
I remember my first binge when I was nine years old. I loved the white rice at school even though no one else did. One day a bunch of kids gave me theirs and I ate and read and read and ate. It was probably about five or six servings of rice.
My husband and I have gone out to eat for decades and we always bring our books. We also used to smoke like chimneys but thankfully that is over now.