Then something happened. My body quit functioning the way it used to. And my joy in cooking disappeared. It's difficult to cook when you don't want anything to do with food. It's hard to prepare meals for others when you know eating what you are making will make you feel awful. It's really hard to get excited about food when you have no idea what you can eat. Meat- gone. Dairy- gone. Sweets, caffeine, carbonation- gone. Gluten- working on getting it gone. Taste- long gone!
Of course, if it makes me feel better I'll do it. But I won't lie, it won't be easy. Gluten is in everything. No, really, EVER-Y-THING. I have to find time to sit down and research meals. Then find time to research where I can purchase items for these meals. Then find time (and money) to actually purchase these things. And at the end of a long day of work, I don't want to think about food or cooking not one meal, not two meals, but most often three different meals.
As for baking, I still occasionally get some pleasure out of it- though I cannot sample my works of art. And that does diminish some of the enjoyment. However, baking is more of an art and does, therefore retain some if its value as a stress reliever and source of fun. But it depends on the day.
Some days the kitchen is my least favorite room in the house.