Food decisions are hard
I almost wish I didn’t care how food tastes. This is not a diet post (I can handle eating normal portions (and handle it when I eat other-than-normal portions)). This is about decision fatigue. There are too many choices! Every day I have to make a decision about where I’m going to get lunch, and every night, John and I have to decide what we’re having for dinner. We have too many choices and too many decisions to make. We bring it on ourselves, I know. We NEVER go to the grocery store, so we have almost no food in the house. If we had food in the house, we’d have fewer choices about what to eat (which would make the decisions easier), but getting food into the house involves making choices about what to get, and – WORSE – it means making choices about what we’re going to eat DAYS IN ADVANCE. That’s just crazy.
If all food tasted the same, this wouldn’t be a problem. Somebody should get on that.