Today I noticed a pattern in my ridiculous lunch break behavior. Every day at noon, I franticly race out of the office to both escape the stressful confines of my cubicle and to hunt down something yummy. I used to bring a lunch every day to enjoy quietly indoors like a good little girl. Over time, I stopped grocery shopping almost entirely, except after midnight when I’m no longer a danger to everyone in Green Hills. (Is it necessary to chat on your cell phone, block the whole aisle, and walk at a speed of -50mph simultaneously? Cue instant Amazonian rage.) Now, I hit up restaurants and local shops at lunch time like it’s my job. I spend between $5 and $10 every single work day. That’s between $100 and $200 each month— insanity—and I suddenly feel nauseous. My best friend, Dave Ramsey, would be so ashamed. (Although we aren’t technically friends, we did take this super sweet picture together.)
Thankfully, I am not a Negative Nancy that’s going to cry about it. I’m going to challenge myself, and my buddy Hayley, to bring a random cheap sandwich for lunch every day and not go out. We can still be outside enjoying the Southern sunshine, trying to make friends with the deer that distract us during meetings.
Think we can do it? I have my positive pants on, and I say yes!










