I swear I didn't mean to buy food

but I did. I left the house to buy a scale, thinking, "Just because I have it doesn't mean I have to curl up on it when I am not exercising..."

The only scale I found, at the pharmacy by my apartment, was something like, 60 dollars. No thanks. I know about wanting accuracy here but umm, I'm poor.

Anyway, no scale for me. I ended up at the grocery store. I keep going through all my produce and I needed whole grains, apparently. I feel like the website where I analyze my food intake is disappointed in me. "14.6 grams of fiber? Oh, you should be ashamed of yourself! Eat some Brussels sprouts already!"

I would if I could. The store was out.

See, I live in an area where everyone, excuse me, EVERYONE has a car. And if that is an exaggeration, it is not one to say that everyone needs a car. The nearest quality grocery store is an hour-long bus trip and a half-mile walk (one way) away. Normally I would be the first one to say, "Then just walk, lazy," but the groceries suffer. I'm a long time walker from way back. Trust me, the groceries suffer. It would be different in not-90-degree weather but as it is, nothing frozen or prone to wilting would survive. So, except for Thursdays when the Farmers come and set up a tiny market, I shop with the masses at Corner Grocery Store. The cucumbers are rotten. The "fresh" spinach is slimy. The peaches are dotted with spreading bruises, like murky water running under their fuzzy skins. Yum. For that matter, the yoghurt I prefer to buy is often past expiration. I think I am the only one buying it, which probably means they will discontinue it soon.

I wish that living in the poor part of town for once didn't mean getting cut-rate, rotting produce but that is usually the way. I wonder why poor families just choose drive-through fast-food all the time, I mean, there's so much fresh, nutritious food right he— Oh. Right. Slime and mold. I don't even want to know what's going on in the meat section. Ignorance is mandatory in this case.

So I buy frozen and make do. Just because the ideal isn't an option, doesn't mean giving up is an option. This would be true even if I wasn't trying to lose weight. I wish I could still make weekly trips to Heavenly Natural Food Store, but right now I cannot. So I try not to frown at the soda aisle, the Hamburger Helper (and its beef powder), the frozen meals. I just get my dried beans, still-white cauliflower (they must have just arrived today), and frozen spinach.
I do my best to look like this is exactly what people buy at this store all the time; I like to assume some do. The fava beans were probably a bit of a hopeful stretch but hey, at over 7 grams each of fiber and protein per ounce, we should all be joining Mr. Lecter in a bite or two (liver not recommended, ever).