Buenos dias, babycakes.
Let’s cut straight to the chase: My food spending is OUT of control and I desperately need to rein it in. This realization was sparked, in part, by a weekend trip to LA where I was once again on roomservice-only lockdown. Eating a $25 omelet feels much the same way I’d imagine eating $25 in quarters would: agonizing, excessive and shamefully wasteful. Also gross.
Sometimes I’m frugal out of necessity. Sometimes I’m frugal out of principle. Lately I’ve been anti-frugal out of sheer laziness (and perhaps a little busy-ness). This go ’round I need to be frugal because my list of “Hey, let’s go to THERE” is growing exponentially by the day:
- Mysore, India
- Chicago (haven’t been home since 2010)
- San Francisco
And so on.
So what I’m saying is I just packed a lunch. It gave me horrible flashbacks to my working-commuting-schooling days. Also I’m not allowed to purchase coffee today. I’m crying. First world problems.
My breakfast today is the exact same thing I had yesterday: Greek yogurt, walnuts, cantaloupe, coconut, maple syrup, cinnamon, goji berries (because they’re left over from my delusional pseudo-opulent days of excess), and frozen berries (because they’re cheap, sigh).