Originally posted on Oct 1, 2014
I hate food. I realize this isn’t a popular statement for many out there. There must be literally millions of people in the world who’s entire lives are dedicated to food, and the comprehensive supply chain that it is…but if it was possible, I’d take a pill for 20 of the 21 meals I eat each week…it’d just be better. Life without the never ending demands of food.
If you don’t feel this way, no problem – I don’t judge you. Come with me anyways on this little blog series…see those of us who feel trapped and enslaved in a culture of ‘food centric’ living.
(At this point I feel compelled to interject that this series is written for fun and it makes little attempt to empathize with, or show respect to, those people who are struggling with the very real challenges of properly feeding themselves daily. I acknowledge you, and in other ways, commit to help…but for just a moment, I’d love to share how I feel about food).
Eating gets in my way. It’s just that simple…I’m busy living my life here…why do I need to stop it so often to deal with food? I’ve felt this way ever since I was a young boy…ever since I can remember. I see it in my daughter now, and every so often, other people affirm my position. Food stops the fun… it stops what I’m doing. I wish I didn’t need to eat food so often…a pill would be better.
Food makes so many demands of me. It takes my money, my energy, my patience, and consumes about half of my available time … and for all the effort and sacrifice I give, I get so little in return…a reprieve of 3 – 4 hours before I have to deal with food again.
In this blog series, I’ll expose the nuisance that food is in my life, sharing the financial and time impact, but also a few funny stories that have developed because of my relationship with food. I hope you will take it in good humor, as well as see food from the perspective of those of us who don’t place it at the center of our happiness.

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