Yesterday evening, I waited for my fiancée to get out of her co-owners meeting to go shopping together. It was either that, or I would have had to do it on my own, and that would have sucked because I always fear I’ll have to answer a question I have no clue about: what happens if they’re out of our toothpaste brand? Should I buy sand, then? Or if there’s no more cheese? Theoretically, it could happen, you never quite know…
Also, that was very good timing because I was getting kicked out of my office (Starbucks), not because I did anything wrong (except virtually sleep there), but because they close shop at 8pm. It’s sad but it’s true: they don’t do 24/7 just yet. Although I would love that. Anyway, long story short, we did our shopping — luckily, there was cheese — got home and had a great, healthy dinner, because my fiancée cooked it. I did take 2 apples, but that was the extent of my excess. Doing better, aren’t I?!
Then, this morning, right before I left for the gym, I popped a couple of nuts and dried raisins to fuel me for the hour and a bit that I was about to endure. Now that my shoulder is more or less fixed, it’s back to regular workouts, which I’m not quite used to anymore (even less so my body). In other words, it stung just a little. I got out of there starving like a caged animal. The cat was looking at me in fear I would steal his kibble. I mean… how did he know?
In the end, reason prevailed and I didn’t touch the cat’s food. I still had to take a shower — well, I didn’t have to, but I’m a somewhat behaved animal, ultimately — get on a pair of jeans, grab my bag and go back out for lunch. There, I had 2 options: either the local bakery, whose only veggie options are essentially cheese and bread-based, or the deli, which has quinoa and chick pea salad.
You know? I chose the latter. I swear.