It's sad but official. I've lost my purpose for eating.
Suddenly eating seems so mundane, compressed to a mere twenty minutes per meal. Minimized to salty vegetables, sweet liquids, and rock-hard fruits.
Eating is just.. needed to live and that's about it. No arousal of senses or growling of the stomach when the nose detects whiffs of food aroma.
March eat drink march.
Another hobby down. What else would be next.
