My diet has taken a turn for the … abnormal.
Today I hit the halfway point of my Olympics trip to Sochi, eleven days since touching down in the Russian resort town.
And food, in my life, has never been more functional.
Let me be clear: normally, I love food. Good food. I love trying cuisines of all nations and replicating them in my kitchen. I love picking out a top selection on Yelp or OpenTable and giving it a try. I love visiting places that have deep culinary traditions.
I also eat consistently. I rarely miss a meal, and I eat various snacks throughout the day to satisfy my wide-beyond-its-years appetite.
Now, I eat to stay nourished, and I eat with the goal of not being hungry for the foreseeable future.