This being healthy thing ... what a drag

Well, I recently made a fiscal decision to stop ordering take-out food. After looking at my bank statements, I realized it was simply a leak in my bank account that I needed to plug up and stop. Was it an easy decision to make? Hell no. I love my CPK, that chicken piccata and the baja chicken tortilla rolls ... can you say YUM. But, my ever dwindling bank account, and ever-expanding waistline can't handle all those yummy, delicious calories any longer. Boo-hoo.

I made a trip down to the grocery store - and to put this in perspective - I haven't been to the grocery store since August of LAST YEAR. I have been eating out for nearly a year, or going to Walgreens and getting crap like ice cream, chips, dip (you get the picture) ... ok, now picture the dollar signs leaking out of my accounts. You can understand the need to stay away from delivery. So, I went into the grocery store and purchased a loaf of bread (whole wheat), three Dole salad packs (330 calories for the mix), some apples, some turkey and some munster cheese. I also got a few veggie packs, but those disappeared as soon as I got home.

I have been eating turkey sandwiches and eating salad. My digestive tract is thanking me, but all I can think about is the food I am missing out on. I don't want to think about that kind of food because I know what will happen ... but in reality, I can't afford the $800 or so a month I've been spending on take-out. Yeah, you read that right. Talk about a lush, for fattening foods.

I have been drinking water like it's no one's business and wonder if in all my over-indulgence I made myself sick. I haven't been to see an actual doctor in more than five years, because let's face it, I loathe doctors. When you walk into their office, you see them for two seconds before they are out the door, and when you actually have a problem they don't know what the hell to do with you. Their answer to everything seems to be give someone a shot of this or a script for that - hell with that. I would rather let my body do its own healing - something it seems to do quite well. Granted, the healing may take time, and in some cases a TON of time, but eventually the wrongs of my body seem to right themselves over time.

I do hope the bad joints lighten up when the numbers on the scale start to go down ... otherwise I give myself another decade before I am wheelchair bound permanently.