There is nothing to eat. Creativity and inspiration have fled, along with alert taste buds. I don’t want to shop for groceries because there is nothing at the market or the health food store that appeals to me. I can’t muster the energy to look at a restaurant menu, too bored to bother. Even provocative desserts have lost their attraction; ice cream, same.
After my morning bowl of granola with banana and yogurt, desire wanes. Lunch is a handful of peanuts and a small glass of OJ. Every morning when my husband asks, “What will we have for dinner?” I try to skirt the query. Last night we had french toast no bacon, the night before a frittata. This can’t go on.
I am not on a diet, there is no eating disorder, my weight hasn’t changed in years, and I’m not sick. To further qualify my malady, my husband suffers the same low grade food depression that I do. We used to cook. Now we just stare in the fridge.
elroyjones 
Interesting. Same is going on here. Used to love to bake cakes, cookies, pies, etc. Just got the oven fixed yesterday after two weeks on the blink. Have a shopping list a mile long of ingredients for lots of new recipes but no desire to concoct. Frozen pizza looks good. Dinner omelets look too hard these days. Isn’t this the time of year when we should be craving comfort foods and cooking big stews and fattening macaroni & cheese? Maybe this is what aging is . . . the lack of desire to cook and eat. Bring it on. With the price of groceries going up every day ($5 for mayo!?), I could afford not to cook anymore.
Michelle reports the same thing. Odd.