Depression Special

I had one mission after a real shit day. Food. Indulgence. Need I say more, ladies? Now if I was in Canada, I would have simply picked up the phone and ordered the Depression Special (better known as Deal A – a very perfect combination of potato wedges, chicken wings and a small pizza). (Perhaps this is how I stacked on the 20 pounds???) But now, now I’m in Japan. And picking up the phone and ordering food is no longer an easy feat. (Perhaps this is responsible for the disappearance of those 20 pounds???) So, instead I headed to the local grocery store to satisfy my needs. And God help me, at least you can’t do too much damage to yourself in a Japanese grocery store. Sushi, anyone? After wandering around the tiny aisles in frustration I finally selected a box of chocolate chip cookies. Chocolate chip cookies, for God’s sake!! These aren’t considered binge food! And let me tell you why. In Japan everything is individually wrapped which deters one from completely gorging herself in two ways. One: it simply requires too much time and effort to unwrap each cookie (remember the point here is instant gratification). Plus, once you get the damn package open the cookie is nothing if bite-sized. All your energy expended for what amounts to a crumb. What bitter disappointment. Two: Too much evidence is left behind. Who wants to see the undeniable truth of 10 cookie wrappers sitting there on your tatami (even if the cookies are horribly tiny). Hell my apartment is so small I could get lost in all the refuse produced by one box of cookies.