Yesterday was crazy town. I was really busy … doing terribly unexciting things. I spent hours doing laundry. I had let the pile build up for a couple of weeks. I have too many clothes, so I can let that happen. A blessing and a curse.

Laundry doing just screams glamour, right?

Then, task number two: grocery shopping. Pretty sure I had left shopping longer than I had left the laundry. So there’s your indication of the length of my list. I needed to get on track. Ghosts were living in my refrigerator.

I took my massive grocery list to the store. And when I say store, I actually mean four different stores. Does everyone go to a hundred different places like I do?

Usually I LOVE grocery shopping. I love writing the list, I love looking at different items in the store, I love taking my time, I love it all. Not yesterday. No ma’am. I didn’t want to. But if I wanted to eat today/the rest of the week, it was necessary.

So I went. But I wasn’t happy about it.

But I’m happy now! Here’s some of the goods:

Buying in bulk, baby! Oats, quinoa, bulgur, brown rice penne, nutritional yeast, lentils, beans ...

That’s just a sneak peek of some of the goods. Oh, and those three tubs of greek yogurt? They’ll be gone by Saturday. I have no self control when it comes to that creamy, delectable goodness. I put it in every meal.

As much as shopping sucked with a capital S (seriously … screaming children in every single aisle), I’m relieved to have food in my cupboards/fridge/freezer again.

The problem now, though? Too many options! I don’t know what to cook today!