I was up from Sunday morning until about 5:30 am this morning, managing to catch about an hour nap before having to be up to take the boys to school. For some reason I almost always experience a hunger spike on days following nights of exceedingly limited sleep. I know this about myself.
But I was running late this morning and didn’t pack a lunch. I’m starving. My stomach is rumbling so loudly at me, I’m sure the people across the hall can hear. Normally, this would be a Wendy’s day – run out, grab the single combo meal, come back and eat at my desk. The meal itself would be $4.90, and the gas to and from Wendy’s maybe a dollar or so.
I have the cash. It’s not like it has to go on a card.
Two things are holding me back right now: One, I only began this new life two weeks ago, and this is probably the first real test of my willpower, and the thought of giving in just feels like so much failure. I will no longer be a credit dilettante, frittering away hard-earned money like so many ashes scattered on the sea. And certainly not on Wendy’s. I’d rather save for a nice meal I’ll enjoy than mindlessly scarf a blob of meat-flavored fat topped with with some sad looking produce.
And second, there’s no gas around here. I was sitting at a quarter of a tank and was lucky to find one gas station open today that (a) had gas, and (b) would let me purchase $30 worth. In terms of scarcity increasing value, gas has recently become about the most precious commodity in Georgia. Even if I were inclined to mindlessly scarf a blob of meat-flavored fat, I’d have to determine if the brief satiation would be worth possiby not being able to get to work at the end of the week.
Nope.
But hey, I did find some saltines and a box of oatmeal in my desk. I guess that’ll be a meal that’s just right.
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