Currently, I should be reading about acromioclavicular separations, joint injections, partial and full rotator cuff tears and the like (sounds smart, right?)....but I'm not. I decided to do this thing anonymously so I can get a job after this ridiculous year of moving, stress eating (and drinking), and
I went to Trader Joe's as a non-hippie, recent Plano transplant yesterday...and I LOVED IT. I wanted to buy all of the cool, organic, gluten free crap I could get my hands on but I ,shockingly, practiced some self control. This is what normally happens when I buy crap like that.
This is all going on in my mind just an FYI:
"OMG, I'm going to be so healthy when I buy this gluten free, hemp, organic, made without tears of African children, bread. I am going to work out and wear lulu lemon and eat this amazing bread with almond butter and LOVE IT. This will definitely compliment these unsalted nuts that I will eat only 5 of because that is the serving size. I will finish this out with a refreshing tea and feel 100% satisfied." Fast forward to when I get home and start making this nonsense. "Mmm, not that bad...I kinda like cardboard...I guess.." "Well, that was a good snack...OK it wasn't good." Then I proceed to eat either all of it because I'm starving or say f**k it and go get Sonny's (not here in good ole Plano) and drink a bottle of wine.
Today, I just bought what I needed and I am proud. I've been told its the small things in life that we should celebrate. I guess that means I'll have a glass of wine for my own bit of self control.
Drink the wine, eat the chips,
S
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