I put food in my body in order survive, but I take little joy in it.
Last year I pretty much stopped eating out of sheer despair and began to starve.
At some point I started to force myself to be interested in food because I genuinely believe its at the core of all health and our generally shit modern diet completely removes any foundation we might have on which to stand and make positive changes to the rest of our lives.
Now I try to eat as healthy as I can, but I also cheat...
I use pre-prepared meals as a base: for example, a cheap canned chunky soup, to which I'll add shit loads of vegetables, mixed beans, chopped meat, spices etc, making a relatively healthy, cheap and easy meal.
Same with pizza: a basic cheap pizza with a huge amount of veg added.
I also make tortillas which are just meat and veg cooked in a pan and wrapped up.
Plus I add lots of supplemental things to my evening yoghurt, including crushed walnuts, inulin and ground flax seeds.
So I tend to have a series of basic 'cheat' meals that are cheap, easy and even if not completely healthy are still packed with nutrition.
I try my best to make sure the equivalent of half my plate is vegetable matter from loads of different sources. I eat meat as my main source of protein, but not everyday as I also supplement it with eggs and beans.
Ideally I'd like to eat nothing that comes from a packet or has a list of ingredients but I'm as tempted by convenience as the next person.
However, I still hate cooking or preparing food. It's a chore I take little joy in.
