Last weekend I visited a Trader Joe’s for the first time. We were in the Rochester area, visiting the kiddos, and wanted to pick up a few things for lunch the next day so my daughter-in-law suggested TJ’s.
I was surprised when I stepped into the store space. I had no idea that the interior of the store was going to look so different from the stores in our area, and the place was packed out.
While inside TJ’s, I felt a few folks were moving down the aisles a little faster than was safe. It was seriously very busy, and this at about 4:00pm in the afternoon. I felt a little overwhelmed while I was in the store, but I think my husband was seriously overwhelmed. He wanted to get out of there as quickly as he could.
My hubs doesn’t trust big city folk.
I felt like I found a few good buys at TJ’s, and if I were to shop there on a regular basis (I won’t, we live in the boondocks), I would make Trader Joe’s a part of my regular buying routine. The chicken was a bit pricey the day we were there, and I could not, no matter how many trips I made up and down the aisles, find seasoned bread crumbs for the recipe we wanted to try, but no matter. We left there and headed over to Wegman’s, where I finally got my coffee and the rest of the items we needed for the next day’s lunch. My daughter-in-law already had Saturday’s dinner in the crock pot; a combo of chicken, spices, and some kind of tasty rice. We paired that with the red bell peppers and pears I had brought from home, and some carrots she already had, to make a yummy, nutritious, and I-would-definitely-eat-that-again meal that we thankfully consumed after a long day of shopping, walking, lingering, and waiting for each other at various commercial outlets.
I was a little worried about my trip to Rochester this weekend, because I’m still sore after the fall I took a week ago Sunday. The practice of sitting cross-legged on the floor at my son’s house carried with it some pain. My tailbone and my neck still hurt. I think I’m going to contact my doctor and see about having an MRI. Maybe its just soreness and swelling, but I want to be proactive with this injury.
I felt like the food went just okay on the weekend. I’m at a plateau again, which really sucks, so I’m trying to figure out why I’m unwilling to do what it takes to get the weight moving down again. I’ve had a few people comment on my weight lately. Just yesterday, I ran into a gal I had not seen for a while and she said, “Wow, you’re skinny. You’ve lost a lot of weight, haven’t you?” I’m thankful for these occurrences when I am stuck on a plateau for this long, but believe me, what I am right now could in no way be described as skinny. Still, when I went to have my hair done tonight I was amazed at how average sized I looked in the bathroom mirror at the salon. Must be the bike riding is firming things up, even though the scales says no weight has been lost. I know I have to get things moving again, regardless, so I’m planning on doing some journaling to see if I can figure out where to go from here and cannot wait for spring to finally arrive. It was 26 degrees in NE PA today. Burrr.