As weird as it sounds, paying for a meal delivery service has really cut down our cost for food. We used to be poor planners, so would just go to the store and buy staples without having actual meals planned out in advance. More often than not, nothing really looked good or we wouldn’t have all the ingredients to make a meal, so we’d order out.
For the price of ordering out once a week, we now have ingredients for 3 or 4 meals delivered to the house every week. Then it takes the guess work out of planning, because it narrows down our options to what we had delivered.
Sure, it’s more expensive than doing the planning ourselves and going to the store to buy the ingredients. But it sure does save us a lot of money overall, since we now eat out less than once a week, instead of multiple times per week.
dancing is for everyone, just gotta find the right headspace
This is exactly it. I used to hate dancing because I felt that I couldn’t dance and everyone would look at me and laugh. It took a bit to realize that literally no one who is dancing is judging the other people around them. They’re just out there moving around and having a good time. You can literally walk on to a dance floor and just vaguely move around a bit bouncing your head, and you’ll fit right in.
I’m reading a short book by Patrick Rothfuss (The Narrow Road Between Desires). This dude is such a notoriously slow writer that it drives me crazy. He had the audacity to do an author’s introduction where he said this was an existing story of his, but he added 15k words to it. I’m like… what is that, a couple weeks? Write faster, you bastard!
Many years from now you’ll be on your deathbed, surrounded by loved ones. Before slipping away peacefully, you will share with them your only regret in life… not eating more pizza.
This was a reference to a dude a few months ago who needed diet recommendations that would make him not poop for 3 days. He ruled out a few things but for the most part, refused to elaborate as to why.