I’ve learned my lesson. If I plan to save money, I better be antisocial around lunchtime. It never fails. When the noon hour rolls around, my boss and other hungry souls persuade me that whatever is in my lunch box isn’t good enough for consumption. Well, actually, I usually can come to that conclusion all by myself. I don’t know how this happens. I pack my lunch with every intention of eating the food. I wouldn’t go through the trouble of packing something that I hate. I’m hooked on fried chicken salads and honey mustard sauce from my favorite fast food joint. I’ve tried to bring my own homemade salads, but they just aren’t good enough. I also think that I don’t want to be left out of the crowd, and the only one with a dowdy lunch bag while everyone else is eating fresh salads in a cozy deli.

I promise that I had my last fast food deli fling today. I even celebrated with a brownie. I feel like a smoker quitting the habit. No more pack a day habit. No more $10 a day lunches. I just wish that I could wear a patch or something to help me kick the habit. I don’t want to know how much I’ve spent on lunch since January. I know it’s a ridiculously high amount. So I am now taking an oath to eat when I bring with me or perish. I am swearing off fried chicken salads and fried food of all types (again). In fact, I’m going to return to the gym. Will they still remember me?

With the money I save, I’ll be wealthier. I could easily save $100 per month. Since I am swearing off the billion calories and fat in fried food, I’ll be healthier. And since I’ll get my rusty dusty up and off to the gym, I’ll be toner and have more energy. I’m motivated! On second thought, I may have to leave my debit card at home, just in case.