Eating in this week hasn’t been a huge challenge. The real challenge has been the vending machines at work. I so want M&Ms or a Twix candy bar. yummmmmm…..or even a diet Pepsi. (Sure, I brought my own diet Pepsi to work, but it’s a different size bottle and just feels different.)
But I stopped myself. I’m eating healthier than I have in months. I’m saving money, which if you could see my bank account, that’s a good thing.
And, really? The dinners have been pretty good. Homemade macaroni and cheese, spaghetti with local organic spaghetti sauce (ok, so maybe the sauce wasn’t that great, but it was edible.) Last night we just had soup (our normal Tuesday night routine) and tonight we’re having chicken with spices we found out about from my dad and stepmom last month. (If I had the jar of spices with me, I could tell you the name. maybe later?) Oh and to go along with the chicken, we’re having Rice-a-Roni that Kenny received from a homeless man. That’s right. A homeless man gave my husband a bag of groceries last week.
Side story: Last week, my husband took our recycling to the local recycling center behind Earth Fare. A homeless man was there offering to help unload the recycling, and when my husband declined his help, the man admitted he just wanted some change for food. My husband told him he’d give him some food and then the man told him he wanted to give him something in return. Of course my husband followed him behind the dumpsters and the man gave him a bag full of groceries. Apparently, the man approached a woman earlier about helping her with the recycling, and rather than politely decline, she gave him a bag of food which she was taking to a food bank or something of that sort. My nice husband asked the man, “don’t you want this?” to which the man replied, “Man, I ain’t got no kitchen.” Looking inside the bag, my husband realized that it was full of dry pasta and canned foods…even some enchilada sauce. The homeless guy had a point. Why give a man who doesn’t have a home food he can only prepare in proper a kitchen?
So I guess you could technically say that the homeless guy is providing us with part of our dinner tonight. (Oh, and my husband did give him some money – he wanted to go to Pizza Hut, and I thought, “at least he was honest.”)
Another side note: I’m glad I finally got to share that story.
There you have it. Week one of eating in is going pretty well. So well, in fact, that it may have to carry over into the beginning of February when I’m furloughed for a week.
Are you doing the eat-in challenge? How’s it going for you?