Its true, there's barely anything to eat in my house.
Tonight I will go to bed hungry.

Mostly, because I never learned how to be an adult and go to the store but also because I waste my money on fun stuff instead of groceries.

/first world problems.

i don't get it. are you saying you're willing to starve yourself, while sitting at the xbox, playing video games? elaborate, por favor.

A couple of years ago, the first time I retired from modeling and was working as a trainer at a commercial gym chain, I was actually so poor that I didn't have money for food. I'd take the half-rotten bananas from the shake bar when they were getting ready to be thrown away, freeze and eat those mostly. I found a dollar store where you could get a bag of grits and a bag of dried beans for 50 cents each and it was like finding a little piece of heaven.

It was like my own little Great Depression in 2012.

We weren't really "trainers," in the sense that the owners didn't care if your clients were successful, only that you were earning them a lot of cash. We were basically just salespeople and you didn't have a name to the management, you had a "sales number." We were paid based on commission and the gym took 75-80% off the top.

I quit that job when I realized that if I stayed, I was going to have my phone and gas service turned off by the end of the month. It was approaching winter and you literally can't survive in New England without heat.

I'll be returning to the fitness industry during the upcoming spring/summer, because I got sooo much joy from working with clients. There was nothing like seeing the joy on their faces when they were regaining strength after surgery, or after finally losing enough weight to no longer be clinically obese, or just to feel better. I'll never be truly happy in my career until that is a daily part of my life, but I have such horrible memories of my first attempt that sometimes when I think about sending out résumés in the spring, I get this little feeling a panic in my guts.

I struggle with hunger too!!

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Just was at my Parents house.  I can feed a lot of hungry people with my leftovers.

I knew I was 'up and out' from my poverty days when I finally learned to 'not' freak a little if my cupboards were empty simply from not having gone to the store. It took about a decade but, one day I realized I not longer got a pang of "ahgh!" when nothing was in the house.

Jen

I remember when a Jam sandwich meant you take two pieces of bread with mustard and jam them together.

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