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It has been 7.5 years sense my last child was born and 2 years after her birth I began a quest to get myself back to a pre-baby body. I started with a fantastically expensive personalized program that had me working out in the gym 6 days a week in conjunction with crazy nutrition. My weight slowly began to come off, but the rigger of this program was more then I could handle. In the wake of this program and many more that followed I began to dislike anything to do with food. Confusion over what to eat and when was killing my ability to cook.
Before kids and during the early years I loved cooking. I loved trying new foods and blending them with new spices. My husband and I found joy in the kitchen cooking together. I made all of my own baby food, sprouted grains, and attempted sour dough bread. Our house was full of the rich smells of roasts, spaghetti sauce, and dessert. The book case in the kitchen had every cookbook necessary for the enjoyment of eating. And then came this ridiculous need to be healthier.
Five years and I’m no where closer to where I wanted to be, but I am very miserable in the kitchen. Something has to change!
Over the next few weeks I am going to attempt to rediscover my love for cooking and Lord willing I can break out of this self-made box I am in. Stay tuned.