It’s Monday, party people. I had quite a weekend. A proposal (congrats Susie & Ryan!), a goodbye, an epic dinner complete with nephew kicking my hand from inside of soon-to-be Mom’s belly in response to epic dessert, and a reunion with old friends where I ended my weekend at a Mexican restaurant holding the newest adorable addition to a family that I already miss too much. It was an emotional rollercoaster with homemade bread baskets and guacamole at every turn. Now it’s Monday and it’s time to pull myself together. I need to surround myself with smart options. I need to make it easy for myself.
And for me that means hitting the G-store.
In general I can spend hours in a grocery store. I’ve even started logging activity points for it. I am not ashamed to walk through the aisles with my phone out, entering nutritional information into my points calculator. Even back in the day before iPhone apps, Weight Watchers issued a cardboard sliding points calculator which fit into my giant wallet, and I walked around sliding that cardboard up and down in order to determine whether or not to add items to my cart. People used to stop me, “Excuse me but I noticed you have a points calculator. Can you tell me how many points is in this tzatziki?” So I’m not exaggerating when I say I can spend hours at a grocery store.
My favorite part of the grocery store is the soundtrack.
Somehow I always know all of the words to whatever they’re playing. In fact I think my favorite genre of music might be “grocery store soundtrack” There’s something so comforting about it. At a big supermarket, it’s usually the sounds of the 80’s, 90’s & today which means belting out Michael McDonald while I pick out my pasta. One time while sorting through cans of soup at Vons I was singing along with Huey Lewis & the News, “I want a new drug, one that won’t make me sick…” and this old Echo Park hippie said, “Yeah, man, but there aren’t any new drugs, they’re all just the same, man.” Totally. At the slightly hipper, Trader Joes, it’s oldies. And everyone is singing along. In those moments when you have to lean in to pick up a can of chickpeas, you can hear the faint verse coming from the lips of everyone around you, “You can’t hurry love, no! you just have to wait.” It’s sort of like this:
There is community is at the grocery store. In hectic Los Angeles where everyone seems self-involved, we all come together to buy eggs and sing along with Diana Ross while we wait for our sample of whatever concoction Trader Joes has come up with to sample. It makes me feel a little bit connected to something other than my dog. And that feeling of grocery store camaraderie is a great source of motivation.
So off to the grocery store! To fill my kitchen with healthy options, to sing a little Grocery Store Karaoke, and to see if anybody else in LA is trying to start their week off right too. Anybody?