I used to be the person who could cook a full meal from scratch every night, now I'm lucky if I remember to eat before 10pm
It's funny how life shifts without you really noticing. Back in my twenties, I'd come home from landscaping, toss together a homemade pasta sauce from tomatoes I grew myself, and have dinner on the table by 7pm like it was nothing. Now I'm 38, running my own company with three crews to manage, and I ate a sad gas station sandwich for dinner last Tuesday because I was too wiped to stop on the way home. The real turning point was about four years ago when I took on a huge contract and suddenly my free time just vanished. Somewhere along the line, I traded home-cooked meals for frozen pizzas and granola bars, and I honestly can't pinpoint the exact moment that happened. Has anyone else gone from cooking every day to surviving on whatever's in the pantry, and did you ever find your way back to actually enjoying food?