Well.

I think you’re due a little more sunshine than the current gloom-and-doom you’ve been seeing here.  

We’ve learned some interesting things while tightening our belts.  Namely, in the way of food.  For the last three weeks, we have only eaten at home, save a brunch at Another Broken Egg that my father treated us to.  So that means we’ve been planning meals, making ourselves resourceful, and just basically doing without cravings or last minute “wants”.  We did it to save money, but you know what we learned?

We got healthier, too.

I’ve been up to my eyeteeth in health news for the last few years, reading about how our society is unhealthy as a whole.  How we’re not eating right, and we’re making unwise choices.  I always dismissed these claims, either because I was lazy or naive.  And then we started only eating at home.

When I say we were only eating at home, I totally mean that.  We packed our lunches.  We made breakfasts.  Or we didn’t eat.  We seriously only ate at home.

That fateful brunch that day went through me like a freakin’ rock.  I was sick for DAYS afterwards, with full stomach cramping and unpleasantness.  I thought it was just me; I dismissed it as bad biscuits & gravy.

But then Bryan splurged and brought Wendy’s home for lunch on that HORRIFIC Thursday this week.  And?  He was sick for days afterwards.  It finally just sank in that.. man.. that shit we pay for in a drive-thru line?  OHSOFREAKINBADFORUS.  

So we are finally in a more comfortable monetary position, and instead of dining out, we have CHOSEN to eat in.  I don’t mind cooking.. God help me, I’m actually ENJOYING it.. and Lord knows we felt better when we weren’t putting crap in our bodies.

(Of course, Bryan nearly shit on himself when he went grocery shopping with me and saw that I spent over $200 buying groceries to hold us till the next payday.. but the economy still sucks.)

Oooh, another thing?  My team took our manager out for a celebratory lunch yesterday and we visited a Japanese grill/steakhouse/hibachi place.  I was ILL from the amount of food they put on our plates!  And while I typically would’ve cleaned my plate, I realized that we had been rationing our food to have leftovers for lunches, so half of what they served me was enough to keep me happy.

Bottom line: portion control, in this country, is an oxymoron.

I’m not saying we’re now suddenly slender or that this is a groundbreaking diet claim, but geez.. try detoxing from eating out for two weeks and be AMAZED at what your body does.