The new year (and a new decade for me) has arrived and I’m trying not to be stupid.
Experiments with resolutions in the past have met with limited success; Chinese No Year, for example, was a worthwhile, albeit difficult year, while Wearing All My Weird Vintage Clothes Year fizzled out by the second week of January. In an effort to learn from past experiences, I plan to avoid resolutions this year that deal with either the size of my ass or the condition of my soul. Instead, I will look squarely into the dual abysses of my garbage can and recycling bin.
I’m ditching the packaging, my friends. Because, although I love to assemble things from scratch for other people, when it comes to feeding myself, I too often resort to a can of soup, a bag of lettuce, or a manufactured nutrition bar. Shameful. Icky. Super convenient.
Obviously, some things are exempt from the “no package” goal.
With any luck, this attempt will require me to cook more for myself, or—at the very least—eat food that has been prepared by real hands, and if the experts are to be believed, this is the way to living a healthy-ish and happy life.
More updates soon. Wish me luck!