At the grocery store on Saturday I saw the most fascinating thing. A family… mom, dad, and six children under the age of about 8 behaving like angels in the grocery store. Their dad had them lined up youngest to oldest… mom was in front of the cart, dad pushed the cart with the 1-year-old in it, and then the 5 remaining children followed behind him in a straight, orderly line. No one was crying… no one was running around the store like an ADHD patient on Skittles… they were all just patiently following their parents in this perfect line. No one asked for candy or sugar cereal or ice cream. It kind of baffled me. When my sister and I were little tikes we were holy terrors in the grocery store. We always wanted everything we saw and if we didn’t get it we’d pull out our best Oscar-winning tantrums in the middle of aisle 8.
There were several times where Lindsay stole candy from the bulk food section, told me mom had paid for it, and I ate it standing in the middle of the store. I didn’t get candy… hardly ever… so if someone was freely offering me candy… I was going to eat it before they could take it away again. I knew mom hadn’t bought it. We hadn’t even gone through the checkout yet… but I ignored that part of the thought process because I was getting CANDY!!!!!!!!
Most kids dream about what they want to be when they grow up. My dreams consisted of what food I was going to eat when I had my own money and a driver’s license. Having the food hidden from me as a child, yet available to the rest of the non-dieting family made me want it even more. At the same grocery store on Saturday there were 3 self-serve honey machines in the bulk food department with a BIG ole sign reading: Do not lift the lid… bees will escape. PLEASE!!! I was so tempted to lift that dagblasted lid. I wanted to see it even more now than I had when I just thought it was a box with honey in it. When someone tells you not to do something, you want to do it even more than if you had been given permission to do it. That’s why I’ve adopted my eating method of NOTHING being off limits. I can’t say, Whitney, you will never eat cookies again. That just insures that I’ll have a plethora of weird dreams starring cookies… talking cookies… cookies on the Jerry Springer Show… cookies with attitude. It somehow works much better for me if I allow all foods… that way I can better make the choice in my mind of whether I can take it or leave it at any particular time. You’ll all be happy to know that Lindsay has left her past of Grand Theft Bulk Food behind… or so I think she has.
We went to WinCo for the first time on Saturday. I fell in LUST with the bulk food section. They had every dagnabbed thing you could ever imagine up in there. I might ask if they rent rooms in the storage warehouse just so I can be within walking distance of the bulk food section! Oh lawsy glorious! This is the only place where you can bag your own cat food and then turn around and bag your own flax seed. Crossing my fingers I don’t get them mixed up come breakfast!
Question of the Day: Do you ever purchase anything in the bulk foods section?