Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Deepest depths.

I have sunk deeper than ever.
Dinner tonight is macaroni and cheese from a box-- and not just a box, but a frozen one.

It was Amy's, but still.

This is what happens when you work late, spend an hour on the treadmill trying to find LOST on the gym tv only to discover that it's on at *9* instead of *8* (curse of watching on the internet after-the-fact: you forget, sometimes, when it's actually ON), spend another 20 minutes on the treadmill trying to decide whether it's worth logging more miles just to watch more tv, decide against it, get off, begin your post-run weight lifting routine nine hours after your last proper meal and 5 hours after your last snack, lift for 40 minutes, commute the better part of an hour back home and pass a convenience store two blocks from your door, behind which you know are no proper groceries. You go in, and you buy the creamiest, carbiest meal that can be prepared in under 5 minutes. Amazing.




And I still went into the less-fancy deli/grocery on my actual block and kicked myself for not holding out. They had the Family-Sized Velveeta for a buck-and-a-half less.