Since I am now into my fifth day of solo living I thought that perhaps twas time for some nutrients n whatnot. Muffins, cheetos and pasta craftily cooked in a frying pan are all good and well for a couple of days, but after a month of living the uni peasant life in Leeds my body is weeping internally and sending me brain signals to smash down something slightly less processed. So off I frolicked to M&S and picked up some tasty treats for the next few days, and the vast majority ended up being confrontingly healthy. This is more of a shock for me than it is for you. I didn't even buy any chips.
Pretzels don't count. You can put them in trail mix.
For comparison reference, this is what Jackson and I bought when he stayed over the other night.
That is a full tray of baclava.
AND NOW HERE IS MY SHOPPING I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT I THINK YOU DEFS WILL
Woo salad look at that caesar go. Got some pasta all up in it. Cucumber. Thrilling.
These are all very normal purchases for me. I've already gone through two punnets of blueberries since Monday. Punnets. Why does my spell check not think punnets is a word. It definitely is, friend.
Also baby carrots are my jam and you can not get them frickin anywhere in Melbourne and it mAKES ME SO UPSET
Avoz, always a winner.
Grepz. Just felt like some. Holler.
I do not know what the effin doodle heck that 'chowder' is going to taste like but I guess we'll find out, ay lads. Also this has nothing to do with that yoghurt thing, but I had this lemon cheesecake thing in a cup the other day from the Co-op and it was life changing.
PRETZELS AND CARAMEL PUDDING YO
So as we can see, my mother can now breathe a little bit because I have managed to introduce some variety of nutrients and/or vitamins into my diet. All is well. Three cheers for maturity and progress.
Now imma go eat this lovely home cooked meal.
hashtag clean eating.
