on weekdays it’s typical for me to spend 3 hours a day in the kitchen or eating. during my depression food was one of the few things I still enjoyed. I would look forward to my next meal each day. I put on 30 pounds initially, but then lost some only to put it on again after I stopped dieting.
I feel like sometimes I just want to get to mealtime, I enjoy my food while im eating but then comes the empty feeling again when it’s over. like I have no purpose.
I enjoy cooking but usually I’m quite happy with simple foods like rice and beans. But when I get depressed the thought eating becomes a vomitous scourge that seeks to infect and despatch.
