by snackface on September 17, 2012 · 21 comments

Once upon a time, we used a dishwasher as a means to keep food cool. (Definitely cool, not cold.)At first it was hilarious, interesting— a fun challenge. And then it became obnoxious. We grew tired of feeling like squatters in our own apartment.

One Sunday, we beelined to the back left corner of Best Buy on Santa Monica and La Brea. We stopped for no one. Except sweet Nick, who helped us select the most affordable (cheapest) option. Nick took all my information. I gave him my housewife’s number for secure delivery while I was at work.

Our lives have changed.

There’s something about a stocked fridge that makes me feel like a real citizen. A decently stocked cabinet doesn’t hurt, either.

Now I have a little more control. I can plan things. I know my food people feel me. No longer is it, “Holy sh!t I’m starving NOW and there’s nothing to eat!” Nope. I can be the grazer, the snackface I’m meant to be. I can make salads in mixing bowls. Today has been the first Sunday in LA that’s actually felt like a Sunday. I didn’t wake up and go to someone’s pool or go bar hopping for a Sunday Funday. I stayed in on Saturday night and did nothing but read. READ. Who am I and what am I becoming?!! Mind you, I was sucked into Babe Walker’s White Girl Problems. I’m almost finished. It’s Clueless 2.0.

Anyway, I woke up feeling refreshed and ready to put my health first. My roomie and I went to the gym, sauna-ed, bought protein powder and PB2 on the way home. Showered. Went to Ralph’s for groceries. Went to Target for supplements and house supplies. Napped. Got my second-ever pedicure. Made my own dinner. Freaked out over a phone blip. Talked to my mom. And now I’m blogging, which I used to do every Sunday night for almost three years.

My life over the past several months has been a bit like the fridge situation. I emptied it and have been working on restocking it. Sometimes you have to start fresh. It feels a little barren or messy in the process, but eventually, it feels fuller than ever. You have more options than you know what to do with. Life is fully stocked now. Full. Happy.

Ciao for now,