Finding my food

I have to agree that life works in some very strange and mysterious ways, and most of the time I understand shit. Although, I think sometimes all makes perfect sense. 

Today's story begins with the idea that once we get rid of a lot of the bullshit we held inside, and in the process of becoming a greater version of ourselves we suddenly forget the old version and we begin to create from scratch the new identity that will become our new personality. 

In this very strange process I found myself kind of lost, exploring new dimensions of myself that will take over my life. One of the situations that magically aroused in the last couple of months was the fact that I didn't like the food I used to like, and although I could still enjoy many things, sweet things, breads, even meat; the feeling related to "the old" like not fresh anymore. The tastes felt expired and not at all satisfying but still holding the reminiscence of a past that not longer excites my palate, making my tounge kind of cringe. 

And you'd say, oh well we are changing and we just need to adjust to a healthier self, lighter and way more organic; however, this time wasn't that conscious or elevated, I mean with this that I didn't fancy salads or vegetables either. I began to know that I needed to eat and tried to eat whatever I thought would be what I needed in a form that I could fancy. But didn't feel delicious. 

So I'm right now, finding my new foods, something I fancy cooking and eating, knowing that it's the best option for me in the lifestyle I've chosen to live. So far I'm trying rice and beans. But this I s just a test.