I don't know

I sat in front of the dining table, before me sat the bowl soup I just spent the last hour or so making. I grip the spoon, fill it and brought it toward my mouth. As soon as it hits my mouth, I lose all feeling of hunger. I let it sit in my mouth for a few seconds before chewing, and finally swallowing. I know I like this soup. I had it many time before, and this time it had all of my favorite ingredients. I am supposed to like it, instead I taste nothing. Nothing but its temperature. I look down at the bowl, watching the steam rise from the bowl, and evaporating into nothingness. I put down the spoon, and walk away from the table.
"I can't do this", I thought to myself.
My head sinks into my palms, emptiness fulfills me.
I pick up the phone and call Aaron.

Half an hour later I'm sitting in my car with Aaron, parked outside of Johnny's Hamburgers with a Gigantic burger, a box of fries, and a box of onion rings. The radio is on, we listen to some bullshit song by somebody called "Adam Lambert", before switching to Classical 96.3FM. I should of brought my Young Jeezy CD that I purchased yesterday at Fairview Mall.
I don't know what happened, I feel very emotional.
The restaurant had a mirror mounted on the wall, and I was reminded what a big boy I am when comparing to everyone else. I looked like some juice monkey who just came from the gym looking to load up on protein and carbs.
I thanked Aaron for coming out from Richmond Hill, and after a few minutes of chatting, he left. I came back into the restaurant to order some Fish & Chips.
"Hungry huh?" The guy behind the counter said. I scuffed at him, but said nothing.