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| By Steven Groves from Denver, CO, United States of America Sammie, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/ w/index.php?curid=48825930 |
I’ve been struggling
to find something I want to eat lately. For a few months now, I get to mealtime,
think to myself, “I’m hungry, I should probably eat something,” and then spend
an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out what I actually want to eat. Most of the time I end up
dismissing what I don’t want to eat
and picking the least objectionable of what’s left. I can’t say I often enjoy
what I end up eating, either.
For a while I went
through a phase where all I really felt like eating was a sandwich, but my
mother assured me I couldn’t have sandwiches for every meal. I gave it a shot,
but then I got sick of the sandwiches. I don’t think that’s what she was
getting at, but that’s what happened. I have to admit, though, I still get to a
point most evenings where the only thing stopping me from giving up on “real”
food and eating a ham sandwich instead is the fact that I don’t currently have
any ham.
It gets especially
annoying when I’m in a food court or something and I’m surrounded by options I
don’t particularly want. Then I also baulk at the amount of money I’ll be
paying for the privilege of eating something that I don’t actually want to eat.
It’s not a problem
when I’m over someone’s house and they’re feeding me. I don’t have to want it,
I just have to say “thank you,” and politely eat it. That actually works for
me.
I don’t know that I’ve
lost my appetite. I still feel hungry, and I still eat a full meal most of the
time. I just can’t think of a single thing I actually want to eat, and largely
just end up picking something I should
eat instead. When I get especially stumped, I just eat breakfast. I have the
same thing for breakfast every morning with minor variations, and if I could
figure out what I’d stomach on high rotation for lunch and dinner every day I’d
probably try to repeat that formula (maybe a sandwich?).
What would really work
for me is some sort of dining hall or refectory, where I pay some sort of
subscription for the “meal of the day”. If they could also give me a packed
lunch every day, that would be awesome. I keep fantasising about simply turning
up to a counter, saying “today’s special, thanks” and that’s it – dinner is
sorted.
