Okay, the cracks may be starting to appear.
I’m really craving the meat eating experience. Chicken wings, in particular. The tender kind that makes my toes dance. Not the actual taste but the meal experience. I think I may be coming to understand why things like the vegetarian burger or vegan ice cream exist. It is to say the meal is more than its meat or dairy content. It can be reproduced and enjoyed without meat or dairy. But unsurprisingly, I’m coming to a place where eating meat is simply not an option. Especially considering the wealth of food options I still have.
What emotions do I feel when I think about food?
Is aversion an emotion? I suppose I feel indifferent. Agitated even, by the mountain of vegetables waiting to be peeled, cubed, or grated. Unless of course I’m thinking of my favourite meal or the Mr Delivery order making its way to me, then I feel more excited than anything else. Truth is, I have a fluctuating and volatile emotional relationship with food. My behaviour and attitude to food, particularly its utility, shifts every few weeks. Notably, these shifts usually coincide with fluctuating stress levels. So maybe anxious ambivalence? Is that an emotion?
Today I had dark chocolate in the morning, vegetable soup at midday, and popcorn and a banana in the afternoon.
– Lele M
Lele Muthali 