I love grocery shopping. Or maybe I just love groceries. That's probably it. Brand new food, fresh bread, pretty fruits and vegetables - I love the way they mound up in my buggy! I know, I sound sick, but it's just one of those quirky little things about me. If you haven't ever actually met me, you're probably thinking by now that I must weigh about 400 pounds. No... not yet anyway. I battle my weight constantly (because I love groceries and the foods you get at restaurants as well!) but so far I've managed to stay a decent weight for a middle aged woman.
But today, I didn't love grocery shopping so much. First of all, I was famished when it was time to go to the grocery store. I knew that was a bad idea - I'm really trying to stay within my grocery budget these days. So I ate a chicken wrap before heading to the store. Then I felt so full and sick that the thought of going grocery shopping repulsed me. So of course I had to lie down and take a nap. What else would I do in such a situation? Still, when I woke up 30 minutes later, I had no desire to get groceries.
But I did go on to the store. I bought just what was on my list. I get a star for that. But it was no fun and I have no desire to cook or prepare or even eat any of the $105 worth of stuff I bought. So now I'm going to go pick up a pizza for our dinner. What is wrong with me? Lord help!
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