The commissary is a wonderful thing, no lie. It's like having Costco prices for non-bulk items. I don't have to buy a giant vat of olive oil to qualify for a deal. Life, in short is good.
But that still doesn't keep us from spending, oh somewhere around $70 or more on groceries each week.
After deciding that was a too-high number, I decided to analyze our grocery bill.
It was then I realized the terrible truth -- the high price was to be blamed on ingredients for making desserts and meat.
Let's ignore the meat.
Ah, baking. I love baking for Luke, for other random people, for his platoon. I only make his dessert once a week, and his platoon dessert every other week (or so) and yet it costs SO MUCH.
Think I can get away with calling the price of sugar a "donation?"
In theory, I love running. I like thinking about doing it, contemplating how good it feels after/before, mulling the calories I'll burn.
But in practice, I hate it. Every single step is torture.
I feel the opposite about swimming. I hate thinking about it/getting ready for it. The putting on of the the swimsuit, the getting in the cold water, the driving to the pool -- all of it is a tremendous hassle.
But when Im in the pool -- ah, heaven.
Today: coffee house, World Vision stuff, running (see above), contemplating ways to cook without meat as a main dish, memorizing Romans 12, thinking about knitting (but never actually doing it) and doing some laundry. Riveting, I know.
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