For instance, I used to work at a fancy membership library--those are the kind where people pay an annual fee to be a member, basically the country clubs of libraryland. People belong to these kinds of libraries (I currently belong to one even though I work in a public library) because they often have historic buildings, unique collections and kick ass events. The one I belong to was recently featured on NPR for being so awesome. Anyway, working at a membership library equals tons of access to free food since the library would always buy more than it needed for a particular event. I'd often take home bags of free cheese and crackers, and there was a time that my lunch at work consisted of only ice cream sandwiches and leftover chips from the children's picnic.
That last sentence probably tipped you off to what I'm going to say next--this free food, and my love (insatiable love!) is starting to make me fat, and probably makes me look very tacky.
|Who can resist a cheese tray!|
The free food thing is kind of like all of the other "adult" behaviors that I feel like I'm waiting for to kick in. I assumed that once you reach the age of thirty, you stop being poor like a college student, and you stop exhibiting tacky behavior in public, but I just...haven't. Now my 30+ waistline is starting to suffer, so maybe that was the linchpin all along? Grownups acts like grownups in the presence of free food because they know all those cheese cubes will really stick to their ribs?
I'm going to try to be more mindful, but I don't think I'll be able to turn off the thrill that I get every time I see a buffet of free whatnot.
Anyone else have this problem? I don't carry around containers to hoard the free food anymore, so that's progress, right?