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This is sort of weird. I'm nearly 60 and have been a 'hound since my early 20s. Loved to eat, loved to dine out at the best places. Vacations have always been planned around where the best food could be found - Paris, Rome, New Orleans, San Francisco, Montreal , etc.
And I'm a good cook. When we invite friends and family to dinner, there's never any hesitation on their part. In fact, my nieces frequently call to ask if they can come over and bring friends for a meal. Our huge family get-togethers (pig roasts and holiday meals) are always big events and my husband and I nearly always cook everything ourselves (he's my sous-chef). I just don't believe in catering a party. I mean, my philosophy has always been 'why invite people to your home if you're not going to feed them something you've made?'
Now I've started this diet (Jenny Craig) and have begun to lose weight. Yay. But, without making any concerted effort, I've discovered that my interest in food, in general, has lessened. I suppose I've stopped looking at eating as entertainment. I subscribe to just about every food magazine there is and reading them has become a bit of a bore, since I know I'm not even going to attempt to prepare any of the luscious-looking dishes they feature. I'm not sure how I feel about this.
Three of my nieces are coming for a visit next weekend and, ordinarily, I'd have already put together menus for the entire weekend, timelines and a shopping list. I know they're going to be expecting a big deal dinner and my heart just isn't in it. I definitely can't see feeding them salad and poached chicken breast. Which makes me wonder if I've lost the passion to cook or if I'm just reacting to the knowledge that, whatever I prepare for my company, I'm not going to be able to eat any of it.
I want to lose 50 pounds and I still want to be everybody's favorite aunt. Does this sound familiar to anyone out there? Would love some encouraging words.