After avoiding the supermarket for quite literally months, I decided to let my wallet take a hit and well… buy some food.  With Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, trips home and short work weeks, the need for fresh fruit, vegetables and milk seemed far less urgent than it ought to for a normal, active 23 year old.  I think I kind of amazed myself — seeing how long I could last on pasta, rice, Lean Cuisines and frozen vegetables (best thing ever for a girl on a budget).  I suppose I made a few trips here and there to pick up one … or two items.  Those weeks when I craved a yogurt or the nights I really, really had a hankering for Kraft macaroni and cheese.

But a full on, $100+,  get everything you’ve been craving and wanting and needing kind of trip to the supermarket – aah well it was WAY, way overdue.  So Sunday night, off I went.

Since then I’ve been treated gloriously by the items in my fridge: plenty of things to make healthy, reasonably sized snacks, fresh lunches and home made (non-frozen) dinners.  But today as I packed up my lunch for work, I realized that this eating healthy thing kind of felt like a trip back to 1st grade.  There I was in my kitchen – dolling out a perfectly portioned handful of blueberries; four strawberries, tops sliced off and quartered, two spoonfuls of peanut butter to accompany the small Macintosh apple, sliced.  And all of these things, (much to my visual OCD’s delight) fit perfectly into individual mini sized Tupperware pieces.  Lids popped on, and food items placed into my rather girly girlish lunch bag.

If only I still used my bright colored, monogrammed,  LL Bean back pack… then I’d officially be heading back to 1st grade.  Instead, here I am sitting in my cubicle at my 9:00-5:00 job, office located in the heart of the financial district… eating my sliced apples with a side of PB and a perfectly portioned handful of blueberries.  Bossman and clients must think I’m quite the catch.