I have had it. I refuse to eat out anymore. I refuse to buy food that is usually more unhealthy than what I can concoct in my gold-speckled and teal kitchen. I refuse to buy food that You Wonder About that I know I could have bought at Wal-Mart. (Here’s looking at you Lorenzo’s Italian Restaurant and your suspiciously cheap-tasting noodles.)
It starts today, May 8, 2007. One month of No Eating Out. Subtitled: The money I will save…the knowledge I will gain.
Even in my darkest hours (so…basically the prime snacking hours) I shall not falter! I will not believe that the microwave is the only way to prepare a meal! I will understand that there are more spices in this world than garlic powder and chicken bouillon cubes! I will not haplessly pound the oven in an effort for it to make me some damn non-soggy fries already!!
[That’s right. Garlic powder. A favorite close second? Seasoned salt baby.]
I’ve calculated that I spend an ungodly amount of money eating out. Okay, so I haven’t actually counted per se, but I refuse to be blind to the money that I’m plopping down. It’s my frugality that’s catching up to me.
I believe I have attempted this before. Somewhere, I think this might have been a New Year’s Resolution of some sort. I’m unhappy with my unfettered snacking the last couple of nights and I’m going to bust my butt to stop it.
[Oh? My exercising you ask? That’s going, um, fine. That three month stretching thing? Oh, well, there was that gastrointestinal thing…and then there was school. And now there are finals…and blogs to write…Oh damn you all, I will get back on the braying horse soon enough.]
[Randomly, speaking of which, another goal for summer? I’m going to figure out where I can learn to ride a horse. I’m going to knock that Life To Do List item right out of the ballpark. This is cowboy country for Pete’s sake.]
So yes, goodbye late night Weinerschnitzel, goodbye Texas Roadhouse and your well-done margaritas, goodbye random Mexican places I experiment with in order find a good set of flautas. I’ve had enough of your eeeevil kind!
Thank goodness I have leftovers in the fridge.