The food situation is getting kinda serious.

I don’t want to eat because I don’t particularly care for the throwing up thing, first of all. (Anorexia truly baffles me.) And second, I’m always uncomfortable after I eat because of heartburn or a general feeling of malaise. This is no good. I’m keenly aware of the importance of eating properly, now more than ever.

This turn of events is yet another example, example #7,958,319 to be exact, of just how my life has done a 180. Anyone who knows me knows that I love food. I thoroughly enjoy eating. I love the social aspect of it, I love the tastes, I am just a big fan of food. Food is good. Food was good.

Now I’m just extremely wary. None of it looks good. Nothing sounds good. Lots of things smell perfectly awful, in fact. There are aisles at the grocery store I can’t bear to go down.

[The one exception to this is sushi. I could eat trays of sushi. And if one person drops me a note letting me know that I can still eat sushi! The vegetable sushi! the top of my head might flip off. I want sashimi tuna. I want spicy tuna rolls. I want shrimp, all of it, raw and fabulous, mired in wasabi and soy sauce.]

I loved food, and now I don’t.