|I realized one day, while I was eating leftover salmon which I didn't microwave long enough and was still cold in the middle, that I'm just not a food person. I ate cold leftover fish. It wasn't very good. I ate it anyway. I didn't feel like walking to the microwave again.
I view food in two ways: As a source of enjoyment, or as a source of calories. I find it fairly easy to separate the two. A bacon cheeseburger is enjoyable, and it's also a calorie source -- a double win. Poorly microwaved fish is completely unenjoyable, but it's still a calorie source. My goal of surviving by consuming calories can still be met, even though I don't particularly enjoy the experience.
I was a picky eater as a kid. I didn't like ham and cheese sandwiches. I didn't like hot dogs for some reason. I remember many situations where I was forced to eat or drink something ("Finish your damn milk!") and not enjoying it. Maybe I got used to forcing myself to do things I don't enjoy. That sounds like a rabbit hole I'll avoid for the moment. Either way, I gained valuable experience in eating things I didn't enjoy, simply to prevent my death from malnourishment. It worked; I'm not dead yet.
I got over my pickiness. Now I just actively eat things I don't enjoy, and I continue eating them until my plate is empty. My wife cooks dinner most nights, and sometimes she'll try something new. In 12 years of marriage, there has been approximately one meal I didn't eat, and it might've been because she used a cup of red pepper instead of a teaspoon, or something like that. I ended up finishing the dish some other time, mixed with some less-spicy stuff.
Honestly it's just too much of a hassle to be a picky eater. Would I rather be eating something I enjoy? Sure. But this is what's in front of me right now, and quite simply, I don't feel like preparing a different meal, and I don't feel like not eating. #food