I've been keeping a tally of how often I eat out on my whiteboard, and I feel I've been pretty good so far. In the two weeks plus that I've been here, I ate out five times: two Subway sandwiches, one sandwich from a cute little deli named Sam's, one burrito from Gordo's that I actually got for free, and one amazing pasta lunch at Gypsy's. So the tally doesn't represent the number of whole days I've eaten out; they're individual meals. I put a Subway napkin up there with a magnet because I had Subway tonight. My excuse this time is that I had too much to do to make myself anything: I went to some office hours at 10 a.m., went to a volunteer fair at 11 a.m., read, had class from 2-3 p.m., napped after that, went to another class from 6-7 p.m., and I had my writing test for The Daily Californian at 8:30 p.m. Somewhere in between there, I made the executive decision to just bite the bullet and get something quick and relatively inexpensive.
Something to note is that most of the times I ate out were because of peer pressure. I mean, I didn't go back and forth about it, but friends were eating out, and I decided to go along. Food is better when it's shared with good company, so I don't feel so bad about those instances. The other times are still moments of weakness.
One thing that I realized as a result of this experience is that, in my free time, I need to make some staple foods to keep leftover in the fridge or freezer to be heated up quickly and eaten, maybe some white rice, plain spaghetti, teriyaki chicken, etc. We'll see if that happens . . .
P.S. This post is getting the label "ATE OUT." I intend to use it any time I eat out, even if I don't post the photo of the food, and I'll probably add a paragraph about where I went and what I ate.
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