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Lazy Fairy, thy name is Stop and Shop
So, one of the things that went right this past holiday was that many people asked me curiously if I was losing weight. Now, I'm not the trendy sister. I'm not the one who diets and would be vindicated by the comment. They wouldn't ask me this unless I actually looked like I'd been losing weight. And it's not some conspiracy, because my mother and my aunt Diane don't talk to each other.
I haven't changed my eating habits, per se. I've eaten little more than junk since I got here. I have an everlasting supply of ramen, Sprite, and ready-made dinners either microwaveable or stove-assembled with no more than fifteen minutes of preparation time each. The most "homey" my meals get is when I make instant mashed potatoes to go with my microwaveable buffalo-chicken bits. (To my credit, I make my instant mashed potatoes on the stove.) (Once I made corn with it, but there's too much corn in one container for just me! The rest of it moldered in the fridge until I threw it out.)
I am, however,
A) walking a lot more, as there's at least fifteen minutes of walking in each of my daily commutes,
B) eating only twice a day, and
C) never having any worthwhile foods in the house.
Like the one time I bought ice cream -- it was gone in like three days. I ate it. Then I didn't go shopping for the next month. I sustained myself off dwindling supplies of soups. This is because I have no method of transportation. It's impossible to do an efficient grocery shopping trip when I only have two hands to move bags with, and I have to navigate the T on my way home with those same hands. (I suppose I could put my bus pass in my teeth and bend over to swipe...) This makes me not motivated to grocery shop. Ever. Unless the girls were also going, but the girls are never home in a reasonable amount of time -- frequently getting in at 10pm or later -- and don't always tell me when they're going shopping.
In an effort to avoid further malnourishment, I investigated the signs all over my city that claim that Stop and Shop delivers. Today they brought an entire efficient grocery shopping trip to my front doorstep. I haven't had this much food in the apartment since I moved in.
Oh baby, the lazy fairy likes me.
I haven't changed my eating habits, per se. I've eaten little more than junk since I got here. I have an everlasting supply of ramen, Sprite, and ready-made dinners either microwaveable or stove-assembled with no more than fifteen minutes of preparation time each. The most "homey" my meals get is when I make instant mashed potatoes to go with my microwaveable buffalo-chicken bits. (To my credit, I make my instant mashed potatoes on the stove.) (Once I made corn with it, but there's too much corn in one container for just me! The rest of it moldered in the fridge until I threw it out.)
I am, however,
A) walking a lot more, as there's at least fifteen minutes of walking in each of my daily commutes,
B) eating only twice a day, and
C) never having any worthwhile foods in the house.
Like the one time I bought ice cream -- it was gone in like three days. I ate it. Then I didn't go shopping for the next month. I sustained myself off dwindling supplies of soups. This is because I have no method of transportation. It's impossible to do an efficient grocery shopping trip when I only have two hands to move bags with, and I have to navigate the T on my way home with those same hands. (I suppose I could put my bus pass in my teeth and bend over to swipe...) This makes me not motivated to grocery shop. Ever. Unless the girls were also going, but the girls are never home in a reasonable amount of time -- frequently getting in at 10pm or later -- and don't always tell me when they're going shopping.
In an effort to avoid further malnourishment, I investigated the signs all over my city that claim that Stop and Shop delivers. Today they brought an entire efficient grocery shopping trip to my front doorstep. I haven't had this much food in the apartment since I moved in.
Oh baby, the lazy fairy likes me.
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