Wow, good and thoughtful answers, Jawsmom and Funniegrrl!
Like all of you, I’ve always loved to cook and eat. I even worked my way through college as a cook! And I’d read cookbooks like they were novels in bed at night and drool over recipes on the Internet and make far too much food ‘for other people’ that I ended up eating … a total foodie, just like you guys.
My relationship with cooking and food has gone through a dramatic evolution as I’ve lost weight and maintained. Not deliberately, I assure you; it’s just happened this way without me giving it much thought …
When I started this LAST diet in June 2001, I initially quit cooking anything that might be the least bit tempting because I was determined that I wouldn’t cheat. After about six weeks, my family was complaining and I realized that I could stick to my eating plan regardless of what was in the house (I was REALLY motivated and the weight was coming off fast at that point

). So I went back to baking and cooking everyone’s favorites, as usual. I even made sixteen kinds of Christmas cookies that year for friends and family and survived. That continued for the rest of the year that I was losing weight – I was making the most tempting food in the world for everyone else and not eating it.

I think I felt guilty about ‘being on a diet’ and didn’t want to ‘deprive’ anyone else.
In hindsight, it’s easy to see that I was obsessing over food that year just as much as in the fat days when I was eating it myself. I was still in love with food and got a lot of pleasure out of making wonderful goodies. I guess it was as close as I could get to indulging without calories.
But that degree of self-control doesn’t last, unfortunately, and once I hit goal, the food that I had been able to control myself around became too tempting. I discovered that if it was in the house, eventually I’d cave in and eat one or some. And it doesn’t take much to make the

scale go up, as we know. All along, I’d been cooking healthy alternatives for myself but no one else in the family would eat them. So the next phase of my relationship with food and cooking was to try to cut back on cooking and baking for friends and family for my own sanity.
This year things have changed yet again because both kids are off at college. So it’s just DH and me most of the time. Now DH is a challenge in himself because first, he’s an extremely picky eater; second, he’s lactose-intolerant; third, he’s naturally thin; and fourth, he can't cook to save his life. So he loves his cookies and I still bake them because it’s too hard to buy anything without dairy (plus store cookies taste like crap). And Sunday morning waffles (from scratch) are a necessity to go with the NY Times.

I still end up making two dinners every night – his and hers – but am trying to simplify so there’s some overlap between the two. Like – I’ll make us both fish and veggies but add pasta for him. But there’s still a lot of dinners that he wants (spaghetti carbonara, Pad Thai) that have no healthy equivalents for me so often we’re eating two totally different dinners.
But DH and I are both OK with how things are now. I'm eating my food and he gets what he likes and for the most part, it's not too tempting to me. Overall, the amount of time I spend cooking is way down and I’m not interested in trying new recipes or reading cookbooks or food web sites. I’m not sure why; it just isn’t a source of pleasure any longer.
Looking back over the past four years, I seem to have lost my love of and obsession with cooking. I went from loving to cook and eat goodies --> to loving to cook goodies --> to loving to cook (but not goodies) --> to being indifferent about cooking. I still can pull off a holiday meal to die for, but cooking it isn’t really FUN any more. It's just another chore. When I look at Fitday, my ‘recent foods’ list is very short and boring but I'm satisfied with what I eat. It doesn't bother me if I eat plain old egg whites and oatmeal every morning because it tastes OK and fills me up. I’m really not sure what it all means – perhaps that I’m finally thinking of food as fuel and not as a source of pleasure any more? Maybe my life is so busy with other activities that I don't have time for food to be a hobby the way it used to be? It's very weird for someone who had food as a hobby her whole life.
I really don’t think there’s anything wrong with food as a hobby so long as it doesn’t end up sabotaging you. Funniegrrl said it very well – it’s all about balance. Looking back, I know that my obsession with cooking while I was losing weight was just my misplaced desire to still be eating treats. It definitely wasn’t balanced but I’ve moved beyond that stage. These days I certainly don’t demonize food but it’s just not fun the way it used to be.
