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For The Love Of Fruit: Hoarding Fruit And Losing Weight

I love fruit. I really do. Strawberries, bananas, pineapple, clementines, pears, kiwis, raspberries, apples, grapes, oranges, and blueberries! Hooray for fruit! I’ve always liked fruit, but have only grown into really loving it as an adult.

OMG I’m an adult! …………….. Ok, Freak out over.

When I joined Weight Watchers (WW) with my Mom and Dad back in 2012, we learned that the WW program had some interesting ideas about fruit (among other things); It was FREE! Fruit didn’t cost ANY “points” so, in theory, you could eat as much as you wanted and still lose weight. Theoretically. The problem with this approach is that they clearly underestimated people like my Dad. He took the “free fruit” rule literally, and consumed about as much fruit as he could stuff in. All. The. Time. It was so bad that after grocery shopping and coming home with copious amounts and varieties of fruits, the next day all the berries would be gone. ALL of them. Even though we had purchased several pounds of them. Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating a little… but only a tiny bit.

After we inevitably quit WW, I moved out and started teaching science to high school students. When I first went grocery shopping for my new place, I found myself waaaaay over purchasing fruit because I was so used to it being this scarce, finite resource because of Dad always eating it all. I had “fruit insecurity;” I still had flashbacks of not having enough fruit around! The fruit hoarding lessened a bit over time, but there is something still so satisfying about having a plethora of fruit available at any given time!

I’ll admit it; I’m a fruit hoarder!

Unfortunately, the concept of “point-free” or “calorie-free” fruit is not helpful to anyone in the long term. 

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Unexpected Consequences

The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft a-gley, [often go awry]

-From Robert Burns’ poem To a Mouse, 1786

Obviously I’m not the first idiot in the world to lock myself out of my own apartment, but in the moment, it sure feels like it. It all started on Sunday night, when I decided that I needed to give up netflix and television completely for a trial of 30 days. I had become a little too zombie-fied in frequent binge-watching frenzies and it was interfering with my motivation to work of my thesis. So I took drastic steps to fix the problem; namely moving my netflix watching 24′ desktop screen to the back of my closet. And I cancelled my netflix and hulu accounts. (I hear you gasping in horror at the thought…) I like to conduct social psychological experiments on myself, what can I say?

So I woke up earlier than I normally would on Monday morning, fresh and excited about what I was going to do with all the extra time I was getting back from Netflix! I was super optimistic and in a really fantastic mood. I drank my earl grey tea latte leisurely, and read some papers for upcoming grad school classes. After lunchtime, I started getting ready to leave for an afternoon class. I got fully dressed and put shoes on (thankfully) and thought to myself, “I’ll just set my trash bag outside my door so I can take it downstairs on my way to class! Wow, look at me adulting and multitasking!” As I metaphorically patted myself on the back for my wise foresight, the front door shut behind me, leaving me alone in the hallway with a bag of trash to ponder my plans gone awry. I reached down to my jean pockets where my phone and keys would have been, but alas, they were not there. For a split second, I considered somehow breaking the door open… but then quickly realized that was crazy. I had 30 minutes to get to my class; a 15 minute walk/subway ride to campus. Shit!

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