The Lowest Point of My Move

In the midst of my crazed packing and cleaning, I threw out 98% of the contents in my fridge.

Out with you ketchup!
Out with you tomato sauce!
Out with you three-month-old chocolate pudding!

Hmm, on second thought, the pudding can stay...

Oh, it felt so nice to clean out my refrigerator! And yet, my frantic cleansing left me in a bit of a quandary.

A couple days before our big move, my stomach started to growl and I realized I hadn't eaten anything in hours. I wanted to drive over to Taco Bell or Wendy's or another artery-clogging institution, but my husband had the car and he wouldn't come home for awhile. Dejected, I rummaged through the near-empty fridge and scoured for something to eat. Dijon mustard? Ew. Raw garlic cloves? Ew. Bottle of curry paste? Has potential, but no thanks. (Yes, I was that hungry!)

And then I reached the lowest point of my move.

With a growling tummy, I grabbed the jar of cherry preserves and plopped myself down on the couch. Then, I proceeded to eat the jam with a spoon. Pathetic! Pitiful! yummy.


Fortunately, Justin and I have (mostly) settled into our new digs in Maryland and I no longer have to subsist on fruit preserves. I can eat real food now! Unfortunately, this also means that I have to delve back into editing full-time. Ugh. Sometimes I get into the groove and edit for hours while other times I have to force myself to do it. This is one of those times when I'm procrastinating my revisions like crazy...