The grocery store and I have what could only be described as a tumultuous relationship.
Every Sunday I brace myself for the battle of my bank account vs. the aisles of food. Step one: plan meals for the week. Step two: write a grocery list for the necessary food. Step 3: Price check those items by going to the fruit and veggie stand before heading into the grocery store to see who has cheaper produce. Step 4: Avoid the ice cream aisle and the section with those gross looking prepackaged pastries that I still secretly want (looking at you zebra cakes). Step 5: DON’T GROCERY SHOP HUNGRY.
For all my list making and war-like mentality, if I go into the grocery store hungry then all bets are off. Let me get you into the mindset of what it’s like to go to the grocery store hungry.
Think about going out to eat a couple hours later than your normally scheduled dinnertime. Perhaps you usually eat at 6:30, but your friends want to go out to to some trendy new place at 8:30. By the time you get seated at the restaurant your stomach is already rumbling. The waiter comes to the table and hands you a menu of food and it’s all in Italian or French or something that makes this place scream pretentious for pretentious’ sake.
The snooty waiter – who I’ve decided has an obnoxiously small handle bar mustache like an classic villain – waits far too long to come back for your order.
Your stomach has moved on to full on growls. It growls so loud the 60-year-old woman (wearing a sable fur coat) sitting behind you says, “did someone bring a small dog in here?”
Finally, the waiter gets your orders. Then your friend requests the waiter not bring bread to the table because she’s doing low-carbs and doesn’t want to be tempted. You actually growl at her without the help of your stomach.
After sipping down three glasses of water in a vain attempt to trick your stomach into feeling full — like all those exercise magazines say to do — your bladder is about to burst. You leap up and begin scurrying off to the bathroom. But wait! The villainous, mustachioed waiter is coming with your food!
You are so hungry that a burst bladder is worth staying at your table just to shove your face into a plate of paste (which you ordered just to spite your low carb friend). This pasta tastes so good that you even forget you have three glasses of water sloshing around inside of you.
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That, my friends, is why I don’t grocery shop hungry.
Because when I’m hungry in the grocery store, every other thought leaves my mind. I don’t concern myself with my bank account or the list that is perfectly tailored to the amount of food I need that week. Instead, I see food that I crave in the moment and have to fight all the temptations not to throw it in my cart.
Sure, I’m being a bit melodramatic. You just need some will power to avoid throwing zebra cakes, Velveeta macaronic & cheese, and microwaveable dinners into your cart. But why not just help stack the deck in your favor? Go grocery shopping on a full belly, avoid the junk food aisle, and for the love of God – stick to the list!
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