Meat Fingers

I went to the supermarket last night--the Pavillions that just reopened on Santa Monica Blvd in West Hollywood. It used to be the friendliest one in town. Now it's just the biggest and just slightly kind.

I went because there was Tree Top Apple Juice on sale. Marked down from $4.45 to $2.99 (new everyday low price) to $0.99. I bought 8 bottles of Tree Top Apple Juice last week. But the best part was the variety. I had my choice of Apple Cider or Apple Berry as well. I went with the traditional, but I liked that there was so much value in that one purchase. And while I was there I picked up $18.99 worth of 80/20 ground beef for $7.00.

I love when I go to the market and I've saved more than I spent. It's kind of my favorite feeling. Other than sex or eating or writing or masturbating or having a good hair day or having a good work out or having a hot shower or having my boyfriend kiss me in the morning. Okay, so it's Top Ten. Maybe.

Now I have to figure out what I should do with all that meat. I've been on a meatloaf and meatball kick lately. I'll probably make some bolognaise because I've got a bunch of basil and tomato puree to use up.

I guess this is the root of my problem. I'm trying to lose a bit of my paunch. And it's not that big. It's actually not bad at all. But I've been doing P90X and working out and running and doing cardio. But the problem is that I like to eat. So I might never have that six pack. Because I love food. Although I keep seeing my friend Michael Stanwyck's status updates on Facebook about all the shit he eats and his was just featured on KTLA a few mornings ago with the craziest six pack ever.

Maybe I should send Michael an email and title it:

"Teach Me How to Eat Like Shit and Have Killer Abs"