Day 220: Items Purchased:0, Temptation Radar:0
Tuesday, August 9th
When I was a kid, my mom was the crock-pot queen. She cooked everything in a large cooker and we always ate left-overs. Whether it was a roast beef stew, or chicken a la’ something, we rarely wasted food. An entire chicken could be used on days 2-6 in the form of sandwiches, exotic tacos, soup, and dip…something. Today, I still struggle a bit with leftovers. Perhaps this is the reason why walking into my closet, as of late, makes me want to hurl. I’ve experienced a bit of OTSAS. I know, it’s a psychosis probably new to you, meaning “OH, THAT SHIRT AGAIN? SYNDROME” Shopfast, much like the left over experience with food, which began quite well-intentioned, is now becoming a regrettable provocation of illness. Earlier this evening, I walked in the closet with goals to straighten and reorganize –I couldn’t. I just rolled my eyes and walked out. The closet content frustrated me. I felt full of the same ol’ and just wanted to purge. I feel like I’ve been wearing sun dress d’jour every single day of my life and I’m O-V-E-R it. Inspiration for a cute ensemble escapes me. I’m just flat over my closet. Is this a side effect of shop fasting? Is this what happens when your senses are dull toward the latest and greatest new trend? Am I becoming shopaeorexic?
I may need an intervention–someone to help me piece together the remainder of my days in a creative clothes collage and help me find hope.
Any volunteers? Oh, Olivia just raised her hand.