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Oh bleegh.Yeah, my brain tries shit like this all…
I used to do all right with meal planning, but now we have Blue Apron, so that’s out of my hands– but it means we never go grocery shopping, so it means, sure, we get a good dinner three nights a week, but there’s no cream for the coffee, there’s nothing for lunch, there’s no snack food, there’s nothing for breakfast on weekends. I need to eat breakfast in order to function, but if there’s no food, I won’t, and I wind up foggy and confused. So I try to remember to buy foods for all of the other meals that exist, but it’s an uphill battle.
Blue Apron is better than nothing, though, because I had always, always done the labor of menu planning, even if Dude would often do the cooking, and I finally just collapsed and said, “I don’t care if we never eat again and I die here, I’m not fucking deciding what we eat every fucking night.” I was extremely non-functional, early on in my Saga Of Depressive Shit, and I guess that finally got the message through. (I had like one decision a day in me, and it was what to wear; I wasn’t going to blow through tomorrow’s clothing choice capability just to feed a grown-ass man who was capable of thinking of something on his fucking own.) I don’t like Blue Apron’s recipes, I can’t follow them, but I put my foot down: I don’t decide what we eat anymore. It was my job for twelve years and I’d had enough of it. I miss it, a little, but I just don’t have the fucking spoons– especially when I live in this house only about half of the time.
And it’s not that I don’t know fine well where everything around me is, but then I can’t decide where to go. I tried using mapping software, actually, during that little crisis, to tell me where there was a gas station that would be a right turn, and it actually didn’t give me any information I could use. (I hit the “near me” button and it turned up locations 6, 10 miles away, and wouldn’t tell me where the one I knew was 2 miles away was– I had to navigate on memory and find it. I even tried typing in the specific name, because I knew it was a Noco, and it showed me a Noco 20 miles away. Who fucking knows.)
But it doesn’t seem to help– I know where there are places to eat near me, but I have no desire for any food, none of it sounds good, it seems to complicated to get to, maybe I should just not. Only the fact that I knew there wasn’t so much as a package of ramen in the house made me pick a spot to go, that night.
torrilin reblogged your post and added:
Oh bleegh.Yeah, my brain tries shit like this all…
I used to do all right with meal planning, but now we have Blue Apron, so that’s out of my hands– but it means we never go grocery shopping, so it means, sure, we get a good dinner three nights a week, but there’s no cream for the coffee, there’s nothing for lunch, there’s no snack food, there’s nothing for breakfast on weekends. I need to eat breakfast in order to function, but if there’s no food, I won’t, and I wind up foggy and confused. So I try to remember to buy foods for all of the other meals that exist, but it’s an uphill battle.
Blue Apron is better than nothing, though, because I had always, always done the labor of menu planning, even if Dude would often do the cooking, and I finally just collapsed and said, “I don’t care if we never eat again and I die here, I’m not fucking deciding what we eat every fucking night.” I was extremely non-functional, early on in my Saga Of Depressive Shit, and I guess that finally got the message through. (I had like one decision a day in me, and it was what to wear; I wasn’t going to blow through tomorrow’s clothing choice capability just to feed a grown-ass man who was capable of thinking of something on his fucking own.) I don’t like Blue Apron’s recipes, I can’t follow them, but I put my foot down: I don’t decide what we eat anymore. It was my job for twelve years and I’d had enough of it. I miss it, a little, but I just don’t have the fucking spoons– especially when I live in this house only about half of the time.
And it’s not that I don’t know fine well where everything around me is, but then I can’t decide where to go. I tried using mapping software, actually, during that little crisis, to tell me where there was a gas station that would be a right turn, and it actually didn’t give me any information I could use. (I hit the “near me” button and it turned up locations 6, 10 miles away, and wouldn’t tell me where the one I knew was 2 miles away was– I had to navigate on memory and find it. I even tried typing in the specific name, because I knew it was a Noco, and it showed me a Noco 20 miles away. Who fucking knows.)
But it doesn’t seem to help– I know where there are places to eat near me, but I have no desire for any food, none of it sounds good, it seems to complicated to get to, maybe I should just not. Only the fact that I knew there wasn’t so much as a package of ramen in the house made me pick a spot to go, that night.
