"I can spend hours in a grocery store. I get so excited when I see food, I go crazy. I spend hours arranging my baskets so that everything fits in and nothing gets squashed. I'm really anal about it, actually. "
- Cameron Diaz
- Cameron Diaz
Yep. I'm that jerk that stands in the grocery line and analyzes what you are taking home as food for the week. How did this happen? I have no sweet clue. Months ago, like everyone else I would have had no problem slapping my Oreo cookies or ice cream down on the conveyer, to have them placed in my sometimes reusable bag (when I remember 'em).
The other day after Trevor's doctors appointment we went directly to the dairy section and then to the veggies to get what we needed and to get out of there as quickly as possible. I found myself after everything was set down and the bar of separation was placed...looking at the order the woman behind me would soon ring up. It wasn't the junk food though I was drawn to but the prepackaged stuffing and brownies that caught my attention.
My inner a**hole nutritionist kicked in and I found myself wondering exactly what all went in to making the products and what was keeping them "fresh" for months or years. Even the green curry that we used to enjoy made it's was on and it was everything I could do not to pick it up to see what the contents were and what I had been previously eating.
All this time I was worried about going to the grocery store without makeup or dressed like a bum...but if everyone else is doing what I caught myself doing, I have nothing to worry about. Unless of course, I buy the wrong things. Is it like high school? Is there a grocery clique I should be part of?
The chub with the veg,
Gillian
