Not only have I not wasted a single scrap of food in the past three weeks...a record for me, I think..., but I have leftovers for lunch tomorrow at work.
Corned beef, tomatoes, a lovely apple and I will be baking a pan of crescent rolls in the morning (from a can) so that I can cobble together something resembling a sandwich. No pickles, though.
I have a ton of eggs to use up quickly, or my record will have to be reset. I am thinking of making deviled eggs for group on Thursday.
So, why the domesticity tale? It is another sign of increasing good mental health.
Wasting stuff is a big part of having depression.
Depression sucks the energy right out of your core. All of the frugal shopping and good intentions will not make it any less likely that food will be bought and never cooked before it expires into a science project.
Depression is not all that much fun. Medication helps, of course, but the wonky parts of my brain will always be just on the other side of the drugs, waiting for the slightest crack to wiggle through.
If I want to have a good life, a healthy life, I have to pay attention. This time it meant no wasted food. Woo.