Grocery Shopping.. Like a Real Person

Okay - so I didn't get my run in today.  I won't lie.  With it being my first day off in the rotation I slept.  Well.  Dearest and I had a "date morning"  which involved "going out to eat" at one of the few establishments open - Sheetz.  Yes.  The gas station.  Then watching a movie on the couch before we decided to go to bed.  We keep odd hours around these parts.

Anyway I slept until 5:30 this evening and decided that since there was absolutely *no* edible food in the refrigerator with the exception of some eggs and mustard that perhaps I should go to the grocery store.

I sat down, looked at the recipes I could make, along with what I had in the cabinets (not much) and made my list, got in the car and was struck with a horrific realization.  "Oh no!  It's 6:30 in the evening!  I don't want to go grocery shopping at 6:30!!"  Well I went anyway.

You see, I normally do my grocery shopping at strange hours too.  Typically I'm in the grocery store around 2:30 a.m.  I'm blessed with having one right down the street that is 24 hours.  I can't get anything from the Deli, and it's a little dark since they cut out the lights in all of the cases, but it works for me.  You see... I don't like people.

Rather, I don't like being around people.  That still sounds bad...  I like my personal space, I like not having to make small talk with strangers, I like not having to fight to get to the eggs.  I like not having to wait in line.  So today, was quite an experience for me.  Thankfully it wasn't as full as I feared, and having gotten enough sleep for once I was able to find the humor in it instead of being aggravated to no end.

I found the children to be the most amusing.  As a side note here, I don't have children.  I have nothing against children, I'm just not ready to have any of my own yet.  I'm also the youngest child of two youngest children.  I've never really been exposed to children younger than me.  So I really don't know what to with them now as an adult.  Anyway - as I walked down an aisle I could hear a young boy one aisle over ... "CHOCOLATE PUDDING!!!  Chocolate pudding!!  CHOCOLATE PUDDING!!!"  The whole time in the store, these two words are all that this child said, and every two seconds.  The next child I walked by was apparently trying to do the same thing only saying "sausage"  or trying to.  It sounded a little more like "shaushages"  Very cute.  Somewhat annoying, but very cute.

I also couldn't help but feel good about my decisions when I got to the check out line.  I noticed the purchases the man in front of me with his two grandchildren (one of which at about 9 years old was already very overweight) was making.   He had two large frozen pizzas, one for each child as they had picked different flavors, a box of push up pops, a box of fudgecicles, a jumbo box of assorted cookies, and two candy bars.  Nothing with any real nutritional value at all.

The couple behind me was the couple that had been in my way the whole time I had been there.  This guy was completely obsessed with counting carbs.  He kept asking his girlfriend "guess how many carbs are in this bag of candy?"  "No - MORE, can you believe it??".  His poor girlfriend just wanted some chocolate.  Their cart had nothing but Atkins type foods.

Here I was, stuck in the middle with my green onions, bean sprouts, fresh veggies, eggs, two mini frozen pizzas and two high test sodas (for dearest).  I felt like I finally had a handle on this balance thing.  Healthy whole foods, with a few small amounts of treat junk food thrown in.

Then you know what I did?  I came home, I chopped up all my veggies, cooked my chicken and made chicken lettuce wraps, one of our favorite meals.... and cinnamon rolls.  :)

No fear, I don't plan on keeping all the cinnamon rolls in the house.  Dearest won't eat sweets so I plan to   make a few surprise visits to friends tomorrow with some cinnamon roll love.