I hate grocery shopping. Always have.
I hate being the one to make the decisions about what the family is going to eat for the week and, by extension, what I am going to have to cook.
The result is too many processed foods, a fridge that's splitting at the seams and gargantuan bills.
But now we have no car with which to transport this freight home.
I have to cart the stuff by myself. With my own little hands. And a shopping cart. The kind made with heavy gauge chicken wire and two large plastic wheels. It looks none too sturdy and I wonder how long it will last.
So, now I plan.
I have to figure out exactly what we're going to eat for the week because I can't carry fifteen bags of crap.
I've also discovered that if I use one of the small double-decker carts -- you know the ones with two levels of baskets that are half the length of a normal cart -- the food will fit almost exactly into above-noted cart.
Pretty cool, eh?
The fridge has never looked emptier -- or tidier! We can actually see everything that's in there. No more green or blue fuzz growing in the back.
We've decided to stop eating processed foods and don't bring junk food into the house. That's not to say we can't have chips or pop on occasion. We just have to make a separate trip to the store which means we have to walk there to get it. This certainly discourages poor eating habits.
Two weeks without a car and counting.
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