I’ve really struggled to finish a meal over the last few months.
Sandwiches, rice pots, toast…you name it, half of it will end up in the bin.
Generally, I’m quite a foodie.
I love cooking and consider myself to be a bit of a Nigella at times but over the last few months, I’ve really struggled in motivating myself to do anything, cooking in particular.
Of course, this comes in waves and I suspect in a few weeks, I’ll be back to my old self.
But today, while on the train home, I genuinely don’t want to do anything when I get in.
I’ll get home, I’ll lay on the bed and with any luck, I’ll fall asleep while watching some crap TV.
These lulls as the absolute worst.
Here’s hoping for a better day tomorrow; I’ve got dinner with the ladies scheduled so if anything, an increase in my appetite would be a God send.