Oh. My. Gawd. How amazing was it to wake up this morning and be able to eat immediately? It was MEGA amazing. I’m telling you, eating that bowl of granola cereal felt like a fucking vacation. Not because it was zomgtastey, or anything. I mean, it was — that granola is good. But it was just easy, and it gave me some time to relax in the morning, and even get a bunch of work done. (You know it’s bad when working is less stressful than feeding yourself.)
But lunch was a different story — actually, lunch was a similar story…
After working for several hours, then going to my therapy appointment, I had to head back to the grocery story (trip five in three days!) to get the rest of the ingredients for the next day. The moment I got into my local Ralph’s, I made a bee-line for the frozen pizza section, because that’s what I do first every time. Grab cart. Insert pizza.
Then I just stood there, staring longingly at all that easy-to-make deliciousness, and realized, “holy crap, I’m starving!” Like, getting dizzy, stomach growling, hungry. But I pressed on! I Charlie Brown walked out of the pizza section and entered the terra incognita of the produce section.
Then I searched for basmati rice for a while. Did you know that there’s a thing called Texmati? It’s “American basmati.” That’s all I could find at first. No worries, just had to look on a lower shelf to find the real stuff.
Then I fumbled around the spice section for what felt like half an hour. Spices are expensive! Holy crap.
Anyway, it was at this point that I realized that my hunger had gone from gnawing to full-blown hangry. I realized, “Crap. I’m not going to make Kellbot’s sauce thing for lunch.”
Yup, I failed on day three. I went home and re-made breakfast.
Coming soon… the video from last night’s dinner, featuring a drinking game, and several appearances by that guy I married!