I am so over eating. It's such a chore--and the process never stops. The typical human eats three meals a day--that's three times a day you gotta figure out what to eat. Three times a day to cook. Three times a day to clean it. I feel like a stray cat--always on the look out for my next meal. And the worst part is this process never ends. We always hafta eat. There's always going to be a next meal (unless you're on death row: than it's your last meal).

Maybe it's 'cause I'm in a relationship now and eating for two. In the past, I never thought about my next meal. I always just waited until I was hungry and ate something like a box of cookies or bowl of cereal. Even when I cooked, it was much simpler (it's not hard to grill up chicken and put it in a tortilla with cheese). When I was single, I didn't have 'meals'--I ate food. But now that I'm in a serious relationship with a girl I have two meals a day--it just requires more planning. No junk food. No fast-food. No pizza. We gotta have healthy meals--plates with green and variety. It just takes so much out of me. The planning. The cooking. The cleaning. It just takes so much thought, time, and effort. I'm over it--so sick of it. Even if we go out to eat it's a production.

"What do you wanna eat?"

"I don't know: what do you wanna eat?"

It takes us 20 minutes to figure out where to go.

I'm over eating--completely sick of the process. If I could find a way to permanently strap an IV into me, I'd do it. That was the one good thing about being in the hospital--one whole glorious day without worrying about food. And I don't know how they do it, but that IV somehow kept me from feeling hungry. No pain in my stomach and nourishment up the wazoo--that's the way to go.

Maybe I've eaten too many meals in my days and the novelty has worn off--I've lost the joy in eating. I used to sit down with a pizza or taco and really look forward to it. Nowadays the fun is gone: I'm eating 'cause I'm hungry and not because I like it. It's just so depressing. I remember when eating was fun--one of my favorite hobbies. Now it's just a process--requirement to live.

Maybe I should snack more and eat fewer meals. Cut down to like one meal a day and snack the rest of the time. This way I'm not hungry and don't hafta deal with it. I hate cooking. I hate cleaning. And I certainly can't go out to eat for every meal. An apple a day keeps the doctor away--maybe it can help keep the eating away too.

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