I went grocery shopping yesterday and realized when I got to the check-out that there was not a single fresh fruit or vegetable in my cart. Frozen, yes. Fresh, no. I justified it by saying to myself that it didn't make sense to buy fresh when I might end up in the hospital any day and it would all spoil at home, but really I realized it's because all of my meal plans revolve around me spending as little time on my feet chopping things in the kitchen as possible because I'm so achy and tired.
Any other confessions even though it's not yet Friday?