I can't say I've ever really loved food. During most of my 20s, food was only a means to an end, an interruption of my regularly scheduled program. Since then, I've found that I've come to enjoy food, but I'm so far from being a foodie it's ridiculous.
But now, I'm finding that I pretty much hate food. I get grossed out by the thought of food, but I spend a lot of time thinking about food because I don't want to eat, but if I don't, my stomach is very unhappy. I tend to think about everything I eat in terms of how it will taste when I burp it back up. I've found that while bland foods work, bland foods also suck. But so do spicy ones. And I'm still burping up everything I eat.
I made a grocery list last night and was grossed out by most everything on it. M cooked with onions last night which nearly gagged me. I can barely stand to look in the fridge because there are: 1) leftovers (gross!); 2) bland foods; 3) whole, gutted trout that M caught this past Saturday.
I ate a great chili dog for lunch today. All beef, with turkey chili & beans, onions, mustard. . . yum. Not so much about 30 minutes later. . .
Yup! It's official. I hate food. Hopefully, not forever.
~Nichole
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