Today I'm going shopping

Well I hate to say it, but yesterday was a bust. I really didn't snack on crap (mostly because I've had enough over the holiday and I had a tummy ache due to overindulgence on Christmas day), but my husband called during the day and asked me that dreaded question "What's for dinner?" I told him "I don't know" Well being the man that he is, also the fact that he knows me really well, he stopped by McDonald's on the way home so he wouldn't starve to death because his wife was hung over and didn't want to cook. Oh joy! He got me a Big Mac, fries and a Coke. Just what I needed. Well thankfully due to my tummy ache I couldn't eat it all. I need to drill that in my head despite what my mother drilled into mine, I DON'T NEED TO CLEAN MY PLATE. As soon as I figure that out I should do better.
Today I am feeling better so I'm going to tackle the grocery store, mostly because we are almost out of toilet paper. My husband called this morning to make sure I was going to go and he told me "I want Eggo Waffles and white bread!" What else is there to eat? Well I could buy the frozen waffles, which I highly doubt resembles real food, or I could make waffles and freeze them. This I've done before and I don't understand why, but they just sit in the freezer forever. They taste better than the frozen boxed kind, they look better, I don't get it. Maybe it's the box, or maybe he just has a taste for processed garbage, or both. Anyway I will cave into his waffle demand only so I don't have to listen to him whine about having nothing for breakfast. But soon he will have to give them up or they will eventually lead to his demise. I don't eat them. I don't have a problem with foods like that. I just have a problem with sweets.
There is a carton of ice cream in the freezer. French vanilla. I love that stuff. I bought it to take with us on Christmas, but forgot to put it in the cooler (subconsciously I wanted it all for myself). Now it's here, in my freezer, slowly whispering my name. I need to find something to do with it. Maybe my son will eat it. He's young, he'll burn it off. I'll tell him he can eat the whole thing! Maybe it can accidentally fall into the trash, oh but that would be a mortal sin. Wasting ice cream is unthinkable. I will just have to put it in the back of the freezer or the freezer in the garage. That's a better idea. The garage is down stairs. I hate stairs so it will be harder for me to get to it. Maybe I wont hear the whispers anymore either. The left over apple pie is whispering to me too. So is the cookie tin. I will have to leave the house today and not come back until dark. That may be the only way.
If only I had a job that was out of my house. Working at home makes it just too easy to take a break and head straight for the fridge. Is there anyone out there looking to hire? I'm a photographer by trade, but I'll do anything... anyone? Please? Well I guess I should get off my ass now and prepare for the grocery trip. I shall return with frozen waffles in hand and maybe a few other things that are less processed. Wish me luck!