Day 4: Rebellion and Surrender

Day 4:

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.....it was a typical day on the Trader Joe Challenge.
This is Tallulah writing while Akiva is out baking cookies for his cookie company, The Cookie Department.
There is actually some breaking news that I am saddened to report. Akiva has texted me that "The breadith has hittith the fannith"-- Gasp! and that he "had to sample some Challah bread at work"
Let's work our way back to the word "had." He didn't say, "I opted to sample some Challah" nor did he say, "I chose knowingly and consciously to eat some Challah even tho it violated our brilliant yet difficult TJ challenge."
When you "have to" do something it implies a lack of responsibility---but if you're not responsible then who is? Where does that little inner voice come from that asked this evening for fries at McDonalds?----That's right folks.
Guilty as charged.
I did in fact request fries this evening after our Chicken Chilaquiles did not quite quench my wild hunger for greasy fried and salty items not Trader Joe. Akiva did not object as he drove the getaway car.
I imagine that voice inside of us that desires things--at times compulsively---to be a little weasel/eel/gremlin/hyena. At times it hides in the shadows and at other times it demands, pleads, and claws its way towards thorny desperation---it speaks with our voice, it walks with our swagger, it eats with our mouth.....okay...hmmm....I think I'm takin' this to a dark place.
Ehem....moving on....I guess what I am personally realizing on day 4 of this challenge is that I tend to rebel against dietary regimentation. Some people need a strict diet and plan their meals for the entire day or week---I'm a fly by night kinda gal. A free-spirited eater who knows no bounds---one who hears the call of a garbanzo bean in the distance and not a moment later I am eating hummus with pita (any maybe a dolma--and a bit of falafel). So yeah---I'm loving the TJ's food, but not so much loving the exclusivity. Yeah...no.
But I rise to our challenge. I salute you Trader Joes! I'll try harder next time and the time after that. And my dear Akiva, my partner in crime, my Sugarpoof, my strikingly handsome blog-buddy and boyfriend--- let's support each other and come out on top! I love you<3
And readers! We need your support, we need your excitement, and we need your anger, your fury, your outrage, your bafflement when we let you down cuz you think this is so easy. Try it! Join us and know the glory of a good challenge.

I don't want our readers to think that we are a beer guzzling (tho we had a beer tonight), fast food eating (except for the fries this evening), sugar addicted (there were a few mini cupcakes that slipped into our craws) lazy (tho we haven't exercised today either) couple. What would possibly make you think that?

I was about to apologize for this selfish rant and then realized that this is afterall...a blog;)

Yours,
Tallulah