People who enjoy supermarket shopping are odd. Spending a heap of money on things that generally last less than a week, knowing that you will forget the one thing that you desperately need is nothing short of mad. Then there's the trolleys, the children, the queues and the mind boggling array of toilet paper brands. All reasons to hate the horrendous but necessary act of feeding oneself and ones family. Supermarket enthusiasts are strange, I tell you or enlightened……..no, just plain odd.
That leads, (or drags) me to the days change. I warn you that I may fail on this one because not only do I have to food shop tomorrow, but now I also promise to read the labels. But why Carly? You all ask in simultaneous confusion. Well, because my family eats way too much stuff that has no basis in actual food and is heaped so heavily in chemicals, preservatives and coloring (why do kids like to eat orange food so much?). I am not and never aspire to be a food nazi, but a change is necessary as my cupboards are leaning more towards science than nutrition. And I kind of want to see how it feels to be a concerned about every aspect of my childs well being kind of mother (the italics mean you read that bit in a posh voice).
Yes, I will join the ranks of those annoying label readers, squinting at the teeny tiny small print, fosseting out and tracking down the baddies with wonderful names like hydrolyzed protein. I will be an informed consumer, a conscientious parent and I will annoy the heck out of myself in all my anality (not sure if that is an actual word, but it should be. It means really anal). Change #7….Cringing at oneself.
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