This probably makes me a jerk, but I just really don't care...

I'm a fan of the grocery store. Actually, I'm a fan of eating in general. I love food. It's up there in my top five, which also includes my obsession with shoes, my love and appreciation of sex and two other things that aren't really important to this rant right now.

So food.

I go to the grocery store all the time. This is a bad habit I picked up from living alone. I lived across the street from a grocery store, so after work DAILY I would stop at the store and pick up dinner. I never kept anything outside of beer in condiments in my apartment. (My husband used to tease me that I was a single man when we met.) Over the years I have pretty much kept up with this routine. 

I like to blame fresh fruits and veggies, but to be honest, I'm not much of a planner when it comes to meals. I like to have what I want, when I want it and I find even when I try to NOT be like that - I buy things for a week of dinners and then STILL go to the store.

Pointless waste of time and money.

This following rant pops into my head most times I go to the grocery store. Most times I come home and just file it away and move on and then today happened, so here is all of my rants for the last 8 years.

WHY!?

• Why is it the bigger you are the closer to the store you need to park?
  
• Why is it the bigger you are the bitchier you are to me when I'm attempting to navigate around you. This pisses me off because I say things like, "Excuse me." Which shouldn't be an opening for you to respond with, "Excuse you is right!" <- What did I do? Fuck me for being polite.
• Why do you think you need to buy 15 boxes of Kraft Mac 'n Cheese? Wonder Bread? Velveeta Cheese and then complain to that skinny trashy guy next to you that you can't understand why you aren't losing weight.

What brought this on? 

So there I am, in the "International" food isle and there is this big guy blocking the isle. I say excuse me and make my way over to the pasta section when he starts screaming over me. That was when I realized he was there with the over sized woman in front of me. It would have taken, easily, 5 of me to make her size and maybe 7 or 8 to be his size. 

And they were together.

AND they both had cars FILLED with shit I would NEVER put in my body unless I was destitute and let me tell you - I'd eat my cats first.

I come from a family, a very long line of people with obesity problems. So I'm not trying to poke fun or say "hey look at me I'm skinny" actually it took a lot of hard work for me to look like this. Prior to having my son I was pushing 140 - I am now 110 and I've been this weight for a while and plan on staying that way. So I just don't want to hear it.

I don't want to watch you pick up that "family sized" box of processed crap, watch you put it into your cart and then listen to you complain that you are obese. STOP EATING! 

Sorry, I'm just pissed.

It irrates me to no end.

When did it become okay to complain about working hard for something? If it's worth it - and your freaking health SHOULD be worth it - then do it.

Fine, going to the grocery store daily is a bit obsessive, but make some delicious healthy food and freeze it, can it. STOP buying in bulk because you think you're saving money.

And I'm done.

I need to go do 200 crunches. Because, honestly, every time I go to the store and see something like that - I come home and do 200 crunches.

Every

Time.