I don't think that holds true just for food, because it certainly applies to my life. One day last month, I found myself coming home from an event (alone-no +1) thinking that I am loosing my joie de vivre. The event was certainly beautiful, but was absolutely no fun because I'd stopped feeling the textures and tasting the spice. I'm maintaining Wingman's gardens but all I see are the weeds. I'm a manager in one of the top, hip nationwide retail stores, but all I think about is NOT working anymore and traveling.
I needed a serious bitch-slap. One to wipe the RBF off of me. You haven't heard of RBF? It's the new buzzword this summer, a/k/a "Resting Bitch Face". I look in the mirror and it's not just resting. It's everyday.