Moving the Goal Posts

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So I spent my New Year’s watching the “Twilight Zone” marathon on the Sci-Fi channel.  I didn’t make black-eyed peas (I prefer field peas, even though I don’t know what the difference is).  I have also since decided that coming up with a healthy menu I will stick to isn’t easy.  No matter how hard I’ve tried, I just don’t like cold cereal (or bananas, for that matter, or fruit much in general), though I don’t relish the thought of eating eggs everyday.  I have also decided that unless a dessert has chocolate in it, I may as well save my calories.

My breakfast of choice growing up was a chocolate milk and a brownie.  Every morning, before my dad dropped me off at Pensacola Christian School, we’d stop by Delchamps and I’d get just that.  Let’s just say that my stories, “A Cafeteria Thanksgiving” and “A Trashcan Christmas”, were inspired by my family–the gift that keeps on giving (when it comes to my writing).  My dad burned everything and the only thing my mother knew how to cook was goulash (which was interesting, as we weren’t even Hungarian).

I read somewhere than men are more successful at losing weight because they just give up stuff altogether, rather than trying to find substitutions.  See, I am already thinking about making almond flour brownies to last for a week’s worth of breakfasts.  However, Diet Coke is still a no-go for me.

We are getting back on track with our spending (mainly, because we don’t have it to spend, which, in turn, is helping clean out our fridge, freezer and pantry).  Since Apple Market doesn’t offer their $5 off $50 or $10 off $75 dollar coupons, which Publix accepted, we don’t feel bound to spend at least that much whenever we go to the store.  I much prefer to buy as I need, and stock up on the staples when they’re on sale.  Less food goes to waste that way.

We’re slowly getting back on track with a lot of things; our tax refund will help us get there quicker.  Sometimes you just need a shot in the arm (pardon the cliché) to get ahead.  I know I need a plasectomy (as Dave Ramsey calls it), but I’m not ready to give up my Kohl’s and Target card.

Not yet.