
I've come to the realization that we, as people (or maybe just some of us...or maybe just me), put way too much emphasis on our purchases. And while sometimes it's a really good thing to be frugal and conscientious, other times it's just downright stressful. With my student loans, car payment, insurance, rent and cost of living, I am a paycheck-to-paycheck gal. I usually have enough leftover for a nicer meal or two and the rest goes into savings (aka $30 goes into savings). So if there is something I really really want, I have to think about it, rearrange my finances, and squeeze it in. But it takes a whole long thought process. And while this only makes me appreciate each purchase more, it is SO annoying that I have never made a purchase that I did not feel somewhat bad for making. Ever.
The same goes with food. And not financially, but calorically (not a word, but it is now). Story: I went to Starbucks this morning (had a little gift card) and I saw a very sexy apple fritter sitting in the glass case. I have a weak spot for apple fritters. So I stood there for 3 minutes having an internal debate. Apple Fritter...or low-fat berry sunrise muffin. I don't like the berry sunrise muffin...but it's low-fat...so I should be health conscious. Finally, after standing there drooling like a dope and probably making a weird face because my brain was arguing with itself, I thought "Wait...I'm 26, I am thin, I go to the gym...I can eat a friggin apple fritter once this month".
The apple fritter came home with me. We made out in the car. a.k.a I bit his face off. It was love.
The same goes with food. And not financially, but calorically (not a word, but it is now). Story: I went to Starbucks this morning (had a little gift card) and I saw a very sexy apple fritter sitting in the glass case. I have a weak spot for apple fritters. So I stood there for 3 minutes having an internal debate. Apple Fritter...or low-fat berry sunrise muffin. I don't like the berry sunrise muffin...but it's low-fat...so I should be health conscious. Finally, after standing there drooling like a dope and probably making a weird face because my brain was arguing with itself, I thought "Wait...I'm 26, I am thin, I go to the gym...I can eat a friggin apple fritter once this month".
The apple fritter came home with me. We made out in the car. a.k.a I bit his face off. It was love.

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