I am a mum of two wonderful children. One is two and is a fantastic eater and the other is six months old and only just begging to eat solid foods. Before I was a mum I had a vision of my family sitting around the table eating colourful and nutritious foods, sharing a laugh, talking about our day and enjoying each other’s company. I would sit feeling smug and proud of the delicious meal I had prepared and my children would appreciate my efforts. Yeah, I’m not kidding, that’s really what I imagined. I loved to cook, I loved to eat and staying at home with the kids all day would give me plenty of time to plan and prepare our meals.
Reality set in when I was only six week pregnant and feeling so sick even looking at the kitchen or opening the fridge made my eyes water. I had to stop cooking all together for pretty much my entire pregnancy and even looking at food on the TV made me my stomach lurch. I pretty much lived on drive through KFC potato and gravy and banana milkshakes for nine months and when my daughter was born my appetite returned immediately but I soon discovered my love for food had died. Although I no longer felt physically sick when cooking I would have flashbacks of the ‘memory’ of feeling sick and it would put me off completely.
I hate to say it but I now hate cooking. I hate having think up a meal, I hate shopping for food and I find the daily grind of chopping, stirring, tasting and eating rather boring and mundane. Maybe it’s exhaustion, maybe it’s hormones or maybe I just have better things to with my limited free time (like write stories about my lost love of food), but I’ve lost my cooking mojo and he’s just not coming back. It’s shocking, I know, but there you go. I’m fed up with food and I’m not bothered at all.
Posted anonymously, 6th October 2014