Well, well, well... for the first time since the fall of 2012, I cooked soup for myself and felt fabulous. It wasn't a big production (mire poix and chopped rainbow chard from trader joe's, chicken stock from Costco, canned beans and tomatoes, and a pinch of lovely pink Himalayan salt - no chopping whatsoever), but it yielded a very satisfying result which I am enjoying and will continue to enjoy for a couple of days.

I have never gone the frozen dinner route, but instead have eaten out at taquerias and cheap chinese joints. Cheap but not as nearly as cheap or good as what I can make for myself.

I have gotten the blender out and resuscitated old smoothie recipes, so my goal for tomorrow morning is making smoothies for breakfast.

Last week I bought a ceramic skillet and started making eggs sunny side up in it. Between oatmeal, cold cereals, homemade smoothies, and eggs I can always cook breakfast for myself, and cooking soup / making sandwiches takes care of lunch. For dinners I plan to learn to cook simple Mexican dishes.

Who knew that cooking for nobody other than yourself can feel so good. I certainly didn't.