Hello! Today is Karyn’s birthday, so I’m honoring her by doing a Karyn-style post of things that I’ve bought recently. I feel like it’s what she’d want.
Before I get to the good bits, I have to get to the absurd bits. As a quick recap, ever since I started on Zepbound, grocery shopping has ceased to be my favorite pastime. Previously, nothing made me more proud to be an American than walking into a fully stocked grocery store and admiring their aisles and aisles of neatly stacked and faced opportunities and options as all my favorite songs from high school play.
The market has always allowed me to decide who I want to be that day, depending on my purchases. Am I there for wine, a selection of cheeses, fancy crackers, fig jam, and Marcona almonds seasoned with rosemary? Then I’m Sophisticated Jen, living my Big Life in The City. Am I loading up on the kind of staples that will keep us in soups, stews, and roasts for the foreseeable future? Then I am Cozy Jen, Queen of Hearth and Home. Am I loading up on fruits, vegetables, and protein bars? Then I am Fitness Jen and I’m in my heyday. Is it all cupcakes and peanut butter M&Ms? Then I am Bad Day Jen and you had best steer clear.
But now that food is no longer interesting, going to the store makes me feel like I am Too Old to Be Back at College Homecoming Because This Is No Longer Fun Jen, with a side of Judging My Husband for Needing to Subsist on More Than Chicken Breast and Caesar Salad Jen.
The solution is that I use Instacart. Click, click, click and I am done and I don’t even have to have showered first. (Although I will if there’s wine in the order because I have to sign for it. Am not an animal.) Now, one would think that because I do not have to leave the house to secure provisions, one would imagine I would at least check the fridge to see what we need prior to click, click, click.
One would be wrong, wrong, wrong.
Here’s the current egg situation in my house.
You might say, “Oh, but you’re probably eating a ton of eggs on your protein-rich diet.”
No. I eat eggs maybe once or twice a month because I hate breakfast. (I know I’m supposed to eat it, especially on the tirzepatide, yet here we are.)
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