Life is full of moments that remind us we're getting older.
Like that moment when you realize that you suddenly don't care if a man is going bald...you like him anyway.
Or that moment when it's midnight and you wonder how you ever ever ever pulled an all-nighter while trying to coherently write a term paper at the same time.
Or that moment when you responsibly say "I can't have caffeine. It keeps me up."
Or that moment when you find yourself giving a younger person the speech about how sometimes in life we all have to do things we don't want to do.
Or...that moment when you intentionally, knowingly and of your own volition, buy a box of cereal with dried fruit in it.
My whole life, I've hated cereal with fruit. Sliced bananas and bran? Gross. Diced strawberries and flakes? Nasty. But dried fruit. That was even worse, because there was no escaping it. There was no choice. You couldn't wake up and go "I think I'm going to skip the fruit today" because it was already in the box. And in Raisin Bran's case, there were TWO SCOOPS of it (I seem to remember when they added that extra scoop. I dry heaved when I heard the news).
But then the other day at the grocery store after a workout (which is the WORST time to be surrounded by purchasable food, by the way), I wanted something sweet. And I couldn't get a donut or anything like that, because I would hate myself after.
No, I needed cereal. A healthy-ish cereal that also had some sweetness to it.
So there I am, going up and down the aisle--eying the Reese's Puffs like a nerd eyes special boxed editions of Star Wars Trek Craft--when I settle on the Great Grains section. Instinctively, I reach for the Banana Nut flavor, because HELLO it tastes like banana bread without the bananas!!
But the calorie count! The calorie count makes me pull away. And then something very curious happens. My taste buds tell me they want something fruity in their cereal. And not something fake fruity, like fake banana flavoring. Something real fruity. Something chewy.
And before I knew what was happening, I had a box of Great Grains Cranberry Almond Crunch in my hands and was proceeding to the checkout.
Me: what are you doing?!
Myself: what does it seem like? I want this cereal.
Me: But are we actually going to eat the whole box? I mean one bowl, sure, but what if this craving is a tease? What if we go back to hating dried berries in our cereal after the first bite?
Myself: you worry too much.
Me: you don't worry enough!
The box was purchased. I drove home in silence, refusing to talk to myself.
And later, I poured a bowl, added skim milk (because I hate the taste of milk...another thing I'll probably grow out of, though I certainly hope not) and ate the whole thing.
and I liked it.
And today I had another bowl.
And as I stood there, eating this gross adult cereal and enjoying it, I felt very proud of myself and grown-up-ish.
And then I rinsed out my bowl and proceeded to work the rest of the day in my pajamas.
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My favorite line: I drove home in silence, refusing to talk to myself.
ReplyDeleteThat's about as grown up as grown up gets, Amanda! It's up-hill from here! :)
-Raj
p.s change out of your pj's if you go to the grocery store for another box. Or at least wear a coat. A long trench coat, shades and a baseball hat! :)
This is hilarious. And I totally feel the same way! There are those little things that, depending on whether or not I do them, puts me on one or the other side of womanhood. Things like flossing, not crying during a discussion with my husband, and stopping myself from eating all the toffees in the world.
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