My Addiction

So I have officially banned myself from Trader Joe’s, at least until I eat all of the food that I bought. Trader Joe’s, much like crack is to crack heads, has become my addiction. Between the deliciously odd and local foods that they display so proudly in their refrigerated and freezer section, and their inexpensive organic fruits, I have come to the realization that Trader Joe’s is my kryptonite.

This addiction is not helped by the fact that I pass by this hypnotic grocery store with large red letters, every day and every time I pass by this blasted store, I am left wondering if there is an excuse for me to go in to get something—which unfortunately there usually is and it usually has to do with flowers, fruit, and cheese.

Now before you tell me that I am being dramatic and telling me that I am sure this addiction is not that bad, let me tell you this… I somehow beyond me, have been spending around $300 a week on groceries for one person. My cabinets are loaded with so much food that I had to rearrange my entire kitchen to make more room for the “food I haven’t tried yet” section and even had to give some of my stuff away for “cabinet space.” I have so much food in my house right now, that if an asteroid hit this planet right now and I had to survive off of what I had, I would have no worries whatsoever. I probably could feed a few friends too!

My problem with Trader Joe’s isn’t so much sales, because quite frankly I really don’t think I ever see them. My problem is that everything is so cheap that it feels like everything is on sale. So naturally, I feel like I have to buy it all, especially the things that you know you shouldn’t eat but you want to eat… like cake and cookie dough—God yes.