Culinary Delights

As a woman, I've always believed that I had a pretty hideous relationship with food. I eat crap, and I snack and, to be quite honest, I don't go near the fruit bowl and salad draw nearly as often as I should. When I was eating my lunch today though, I had a revelation; it's not food I have an unhealthy relationship with, it's meals. 
I eat pretty healthily as a general rule of thumb. I don't like snacking. I drink water and squash and juice over fizzy drinks as much as I can. I reckon I get three square meals a day 4/5 times a week. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I have perfect eating habits, I really don't (as I am sure this is going to expose in a minute) but I really don't think I have the worst diet in the Universe ever. I guess I'm a fairly bog-standard eater.
Anyway, my culinary epiphany came as I was sat in my pyjamas - a black vest and bright red pyjamas bottoms covered in pictures of Mickey and Minnie Mouse - eating what I had decided to throw together at about 1pm. Lunch today was: a piece of cod in batter, a poached egg, and spaghetti hoops. Yes, at 20, this seems an appropriate meal in my mind.
To surmise so far: I am 21 in less than three months. I still wear Disney pyjamas. I cannot put together a balanced meal. Considering I am moving to University 4 weeks today, I am fucked.

My issue with food is that once I decide I quite fancy something in particular to eat, I won't really enjoy anything else I eat. That's what happened today. I opened my fridge and saw loads of eggs and thought, "God, I want an egg. How do I want my egg? Not an omelette because I have nothing to put in an omelette. Scrambled? No, that's too much like a fry-up. Poached? Ooooh, yes. I like poached egg. What shall I have with it? I'll go and look in the freezer." I then went to said freezer and saw a box of cod in batter and a very similar thought train about fish went though my head to the one that happened with the egg. I resolved that Cod in batter and poached egg would be fine together. It'd be like gourmet or something. As I was cooking the two items, I decided I was a little more hungry than previously thought so I had better add a third element to my meal. Upon opening the cupboard, my impulsive brain stomach decided on Spaghetti Hoops. 

Yes, you read right, I said brain stomach. I basically think I have a section of my brain that over-rides my logic when it comes to food and wants to torment my stomach in the most awful ways. Yes - my lunch has made me feel incredibly ill. 

I wish that my odd meals stopped there though. On Sunday I had home made Sweet & Sour Chicken, and a tortilla wrap. Maybe as people, when we say we have a bad relationship with food we need to stop and think; is it food? Or is it meals? Am I simply incapable of putting a proper meal together? I know for a fact that I need to stop being insanely lazy when it comes to meals and just eat properly.

AFTER THOUGHT - I think a lot of people's problem with food is timing. When people look in all their cupboards, and fridge and freezer and declare "THERE IS NOTHING HERE TO EAT" perhaps they really mean, there is nothing here that I can make quickly enough to satisfy my hunger so I simply won't bother. Or is that just me also?