Where to go from here?

So it appears I've been on hiatus for about a week now, due to a severe case of low motivation. I just couldn't get myself to take any more pictures of protein bars, turkey sandwiches and hot or cold cereals. Who knew my food intake could be so repetitive?

Truth is, I blame the exercise boot camp I've been doing with Ritesh for the last six weeks, with its strict rules of what to eat (protein) and what not to eat (pretty much everything that might look good in a photograph). The boot camp itself was a lot of fun, and we'll probably do it again, but the pictures were becoming tedious and interchangeable. I actually started cheating, as in I stopped taking pictures of the super-healthy omega-3 protein bars I was eating every day, because even I couldn't tell the pictures apart anymore. And to the extent that every day's food ended up looking like the that of the day before, mindfulness went out the window and boredom settled in its place.

I still carried my camera around, along with a nagging feeling of guilt about neglecting my blog, but gradually everything and anything else seemed more alluring than taking pictures of the muscle-building substances I was ingesting. For starters, the places where I was eating, the backdrop for the food, so to speak, was suddenly clamoring to be in the picture:

as seen here, at my favorite French-Japanese bakery, Amandine (I had to do 20 extra push-ups for that piece of lemon tart...)

at our local Oaxacan haunt, the Restaurant Monte Alban:

at the very lovely Cafe Brasil on Venice Boulevard:


Even the hardly noteworthy street behind Cafe Brasil all of a sudden seemed imbued with local color and charm:
At the same time, other food ancillaries such as catering vehicles started becoming increasingly and profoundly fascinating:

Here's a close up, this one was irresistible:

Here's one for my two Nadias (Nadya and Nadja):just around the corner from this fine dining establishment:
I developed an infatuation with pre-post-modern (i.e. non-chain) supermarkets, such as this splendid example in Rosemead:
where they sell exotically wrapped pomelos such as this one (which just for the record I didn't eat or purchase):


All this to say, I'm at a cross roads. Should I continue being a documentarian or archivist of everything I eat? Or should I take pictures of food related things that I actually find interesting?