Making the best of a bad situation
Thursday, October 20, 2011
I had a bad day yesterday.
Tuesday night I had a fight w/my wife. Nothing major, but enough to put me off of eating dinner. I started off yesterday doing well, but not long after yesterday's blog post I got an angry email from her about a bunch of things. So I drove off in a huff to get lunch. I couldn't decide between a big box of the aforementioned Royal Farms chicken or trying at least one of the new "Toppers" burgers from Burger King. So I decided I would drive past both and see which one grabbed me.
Neither one did.
I wound up in the parking lot of Aldi (for those who don't know, it is a hella-cheap grocery store owned by the people who own Trader Joe's). I grabbed my cart and started "shopping". I went from "grab stuff that is healthy" to "grab whatever you want". At some point my cart had all of the following:
Halloween candy bags filled w/any combination of chocolates
nacho cheese tortilla chips
and a few healthy options.
I wound up getting one package of cookies (the store brand version of Oreo Double-Stuffs) and the ubiquitous "fudge sticks", as well as some hot dogs and buns, and the chips.
I admit right here and now that I ate the entire bag of chips and more than a few hot dogs (and have been paying for THAT ever since). I cracked open the fudge sticks (basically sugar wafers coated in a fudge-like substance) and had probably 5 or 6 before I couldn't stand the thought of eating another one. So I switched to the cookies. I ate 6 of those and decided that I had eaten enough to punish my wife for making me so angry (no one ever said anger led to rational decisions). So now I had to figure out where to keep the fudge sticks and the cookies here at my desk so that I could eat them without alerting my coworkers (both so that I wouldn't have to share and because I was ashamed of myself for buying and eating them in the first place, for many reasons). Finally, I found the perfect place...
The trash can.
I threw them away. They are still sitting next to my left foot, covered in the debris of work. Not that I am having a strong desire to do my body more damage (my wife and I talked last night and figured out that we were both wrong. I know, color me surprised that either one of us was able to admit wrongdoing, especially me), but the thought of dumpster diving in order to get some cookies (while the entire office watches me) is another good deterrent. I highly recommend it.