I have noticed that my clothes feel a little looser these days and I thought it was because I had developed more muscle over the summer, which supposedly burns more calories at rest, but this morning I cracked the code. We have empty pantry shelves in our new house because we haven’t been able to stock up on staples over time and everything we do get has been consumed within 5 minutes of being brought through the front door.
I went to make breakfast this morning — we’re down to 2 eggs. Carter gets one and Camille gets the other. (On a normal morning they each have at least 2, which is why we run out of eggs every other day). Caleb always makes himself a shake for breakfast with yogurt, peanut butter and frozen strawberries. I can’t imagine that combo either, but it must be good enough if the other 2 are always fighting over the extra.
I had a little bit of milk left for my coffee, yay for that. But an hour later I got hungry for “breakfast” and what did I end up with? A mixed greens salad with a can of white beans seasoned with olive oil and balsamic vinegar. It was either that or leftover sweet potato and cauliflower curry, which I wasn’t feeling at 8:30am. Literally nothing left in the house. 
Dog peanut butter (so he takes his medicine) and some trail mix. Living large.
Some squash and sweet potatoes for lunch perhaps? Now a normal person would probably go to the grocery store, but I really hate food shopping here. I have to make too many uneducated decisions, like are these eggs actually from chickens that get to run free outside or am I getting scammed by those farms that have overcrowded houses with one tiny door that the chickens can never find? (By the way, I researched and learned that Irish organic eggs are legit free range and that makes paying $7 for 10 eggs a little less painful.)
Since we need food I’ll go online and order produce and meat from my favorite place — they are a large supplier out of Dubai and recently opened up orders to individuals, not just grocery stores. 
And by tonight I’ll have a fridge full of veg, fruit and meat for less than it would cost at the grocery store, but the cupboards will still be pretty bare. I guess that’s the secret — no trips to the store means no junk food (or enjoyable food) purchases and then I really do only eat when I’m hungry. Because no one is getting out of bed at 10 pm to snack on cauliflower rice.