I am dreading this week.
Valentine’s Day.
And it’s pathetic really. Most people hate Valentine’s Day because they don’t have a Valentine. I have a wonderful husband who I love more than ice cream. I should be looking forward to this day to celebrate love. But I’m not. I’m having a mental temper tantrum because I want to eat a box of chocolates. (I actually want to eat two boxes of chocolates but whatever.) Look, I am feeling pretty strong right now so I think the chances of screwing up for me are fairly slim. Which is great, right? But I just can’t stop being annoyed about all the food that is every-dang-where.
I go to Publix at least three times a week. If you want to eat good, whole, real food, you have to go the grocery store far too often. That’s just true. I choose Publix because I have decided that paying 10% more for my groceries is worth being treated like a queen. Seriously ya’ll. I’m not getting paid to endorse these people (although I am open to it. Call me!) but Public employees are like the world’s happiest people. They fight over slicing my deli meat. The bakery will literally bake you cookies if they don’t have the kind you want on the shelves. (The cookies weren’t for me. Promise.) The cashiers stand in the aisles begging you to be first in their line. And the pharmacy? Publix has so little pharmacy business that they are NEVER out of the drug you need. The sweet little pharmacist calls out my name every time she sees me and says hello.
In a world full of mean, horrible people, I need Jesus every minute of every day and Publix three times a week. But even my beloved marketplace assaults me during Valentine’s season. For the past 4 weeks, beautiful red boxes of candy have greeted me every time I walk in the door. There was even a horrifying two week period that had Valentine candy and clearance Christmas candy displayed together. Just how strong am I supposed to be people?!?!? Here’s the ugly truth. Valentine’s Day is never not going to be about candy. And when the 14th of this month has come and gone, it will be time for the Easter candy. (Because apparently one cannot celebrate the victory of Jesus over death and sin without gorging on a marshmallow rabbit.) And after that, it will be patriotic cookies with blue frosting and on and on and on. I am not going to change the marketing of foods that are no good for me. So I have to learn to live with these temptations. And I will. But I’m not happy about it.
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