Glorious food

Yesterday I spent $12 - two bottles of water (eek!), a pack of gum, and tip for dinner. Not bad, eh? Kinda...

My intent for this blog was to be honest about my expenses while chiseling away at debt, but there looms another issue briefly mentioned in a previous post: my belly.

I'm a sturdy girl - no strong wind's gonna mess with this woman. No way no how. Said sturdiness is linked to genetics and my compulsion for dining out and/or cookies, both of which I partook in yesterday. I also took a four-mile walk *for free!*, watched a crap-ton of "Between the Ferns" *for free!*, and wallowed on my friend's chaise longue for most of the afternoon *also free!*.

You see where I'm going here. Or maybe not, it's not really a linear train of thought.

Just because the food is free doesn't mean it's good for me. HOLY CRAP! I rhymed and I may have a new mantra.

Just because the food is free doesn't mean it's good for me.
Just because the food is free doesn't mean it's good for me.
Just because the food is free doesn't mean it's good for me.

Well, I've effectively bifurcated my blog into a bitch sesh about weight and a complainy "I'm broke" platform.

Next post will be back on topic. Pinky swear.

Oh, oh, but since I've led you astray anyway, check out my newest infatuation: One Word