I don’t buy chips. Heck, I don’t buy junk food in general.
Sure, it’s not good for you, but it’s also expensive. That $4 spent on chips could be spent on chicken or veggies.
I went grocery shopping hungry (MISTAKE) and as I was buying a box of wheat crackers, I heard a bag of Lays potato chips calling my name from across the aisle. I tried to stare them down, tell them how evil they were, but the bag said, ‘I’m extra salty and crunchy. Just the way you like it!’
I moved on. Shopped a few more aisles.
But that stupid bag of potato chips wouldn’t shut up.
Sooo… I bought them…with some creamy ranch dipping sauce.
Total cost of the chips and dip? $8. Geez!
I haven’t splurged and chips and dip for… um…
I can’t remember the last time.
So, I hid them behind the Costco sized bag of Quinoa in the pantry – because hubby hates Quinoa and won’t touch the bag. Sure, I’d like to say it was because I was embarrassed that I wasted $8 but let’s face it, it’s because I didn’t want to share.
It was a heavenly week. I’d sneak a few chips here and there while hubby was cleaning the garage or playing with the baby.
Sure, I felt guilty, but man oh man was it worth it.
Last night, hubby caught me. I expected him to chastise me for wasting grocery money or for hiding them. Instead, he dove into the bag with both hands and we polished off the whole thing.
I wasted 8 bucks.
But sometimes, that’s OK.
If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to do 900 sit ups. My budget is a little more forgiving than my body.