Yesterday, I mentioned my “Eat Only What’s In My Pantry For A Month” diet. I sort of invented this diet in my late 20′s, after-college, starving under-paid programmer years. I’m quite sure there are many variations of this diet around and they probably have more or less inventive names.
Back in December when I was starting the paperwork to attempt to refinance my house, before the emergency surgery interrupted, I talked to my shrink about my options should the refinancing fall through. I brought up this memory of one July back in my younger years, admittedly when I was healthier and more socially active, that I quite literally brought a random can of something every day to work for lunch; it would be “Oh, looks like I’m having beets today!” or “Hmmm, green beans!” I ate dry toast every morning and at least once or twice every weekend, a friend’s mom would feed me and I was not ashamed. I only spent money on rent, utilities, and gas. I had less than $10 in cash in my purse the whole month and I believe I managed to end up with at least $5 of it.