At the age of 35, I finally started liking coffee. At this point, I never thought that would happen and I was doomed to a life of perpetual pop drinking. Sorry, but I never could bring myself to try that caffeinated water and mama needs her caffeine. Then, one day, it just kicked in and it was a revelation. I couldn't figure out how I never liked it before and I was hooked.
Then I started going back through my history and realized that my taste buds weren't something stagnant and unchanging, they were growing with me. I wasn't stuck liking the same old foods I had liked when I was ten, twenty, or even thirty years old. Ok, boring revelation for you but it was an epiphany for me at least.
I had wished many times over that I liked the taste of healthier foods. For years, my diet had sadly consisted of an overwhelming amount of chicken nuggets and fries. The real problem was, I had stopped trying new or even old foods. I stuck to my old favorites day in and day out and never tried to shake things up a little.
But then, with the birth of my first daughter, I vowed that she would eat better than me. She did and seven years later, still does for the most part, and I'm trying to catch up with her. But as long as chocolate remains a legal drug, everyday is a new struggle.
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