I’ve never been a huge foodie or lover of food, in my head I equated food with being nothing more than a fuel. That was until I started hammering the gym on 3000 calories a day with macro counting too.

Since the stroke I’ve found food a difficult concept on the whole. At times the smell of cooking makes me want to be sick, my sense of smell has become hyper accute to cooking. Beyond that my appetite apparently went away with the stroke and despite now regularly walking 2+ miles, gym work and physio I am rarely hungry and when I am I find it difficult to know what I want.

I think some of this comes down to being unable to cook for myself, I was never a great cook but I could cook, my monster Yorkshire puddings were the stuff of legend.

Equally not being able to eat with 2 hands and cutlery is frustrating and embarrassing, I won’t eat out unless I’ve sourced finger food that’s ok with one hand: pizza and/or chips have become staples;even a burger is hard with one hand.

Today however I woke up absolutely craving some unusual meals:

– hot roast meat sandwiches.

– fish ginger sandwiches

Deep pan pizza

And even more unusually a desire for sweet foods (milkshake, chocolate buttons and muffins) which I never really ate before but today desperately needed. Thankfully rich entertained today’s eccentricity and we did a shop to get most of these things. I’ve had fat pizza for dinner, tomorrow for lunch I’ll have a fish finger sandwich. And I’ll eat the sweet things at some point too.

It’s weird how some changes don’t appear until months later. I’m hoping more food means more energy to progress, we’ve booked a cruise in 6 months I want to be able to use a knife and fork for, and ideally put on my nice blazers/ jackets and coats. I own so many and spring in Norway will need all these things