I have noticed that when I buy lots of fruit and vegetables, particularly organic ones, I sashay around the supermarket feeling like a righteous citizen.
But when I’m making a run for the Hamburger Helper or Chef Boyardee my demeanor is considerably less jaunty. You might even call it furtive.
Last night I bought flaxseed oil. I was practically singing and dancing as I brought my basket through the line up. Check me out! Coming through with Omega 3s!
Instead of being shallow and pretentious, I want to be like that couple in front of me. They had the grocery order from hell. Jumbo-sized inexpensive ice cream, ropes of garlic sausage, full fat chips, gallons of no-name pop, TV dinners, WAGON WHEELS! And they weren’t shy about it at all. They had their heads up. They even chatted amiably with the clerk, as though they weren’t the greatest nutritional criminals to ever walk a check out line. They reminded me of the late teen/early twenties guys you sometimes see in the supermarket, cooking for themselves for the first time. They buy the most outrageous stuff: Pop Tarts and Fruit Loops with a side of fried chicken. And you just know they’re going to go home and eat all of it in one meal.
Those people have a good sense of themselves. They aren’t slaves to the new food morality. I could learn from them.