Rachel Writes

Think, think, think

Search the internet, flip the pages of a recipe book

A ha!

Gather 14 different ingredients – these things that are supposed to make you believe you’re eating cheese, these things that

Substitute for sugar

Substitute for bread

Minus the beans! Of course

Wash, wash, wash

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop – 15 minutes of prep time my ass

Gather all the fucking bowls, the pans, the parchment!

Preheat, set to medium, sauté

Oven light on, off, on, off

Finally the timer!

I eat a beautifully healthy meal that doesn’t attack my body. I revel in this moment. I created this meal that fed my family.

My cozy living room calls for me. My kitchen folds its arms and taps its foot waiting for me to restore her to her tidy self.

Wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash

Ugh, I forgot a pan – wash

Forget the couch I’m ready for bed.

But also, why am I hungry again?

I wrote this after 24 days on the whole 30 elimination diet. To say it’s been tough is an understatement. I’ve battled chronic pain and stomach issues for years, and I’m hoping to get some answers out of this experience. Not all meals have felt this draining, but I’ve found most do. If you relate or found this poem (?) funny leave a comment about the moment you were fed up with eating clean!