Well, I awoke this morning, poured myself a bowl of nice, healthy cereal (FiberOne and LivActive, in case you're interested), and then found that my soy milk was woefully low, and my boyfriend's regular milk was woefully stinky. He had also left me some iced coffee in the fridge, which needed milk as well, so I figured i'd be best off running to the store. Once I entered the sliding doors, I was faced with a choice. Do I pick up the automatic bar code readers that they now carry, or deal with a check-out line? Shall I explain this? I don't know if you all have these nifty little gadgets, but they recently brought them into our local megamart. You go in, pick up this little handheld scanner, scan your store card, and then scan all your purchases as you wander through the aisles, bagging them as you go. By the end, all you have to do is go to those self-pay check out lines, and pay for the purchases. On a morning such as this, pre-coffee and pre-breakfast, it seemed the less human interaction I faced, the better off we all were. So, I chose to use the gadget.
Somehow, I wandered into the frozen foods section (this is NOT where they keep the soy milk, just so y'all know) and found myself perusing the ice cream selections. After all, I've been pretty much completely off plan lately anyway, and it is just so dang HOT, what's one pint of Ben and Jerry's really gonna do? But boy, those freezer sections are big! So many choices! I eventually settled on a pint of B&J's frozen yogurt (at least it's a little healthier). I scanned it. The little window pops up with the name of my purchase: "BEN AND JERRY'S LIQUID SUGAR CORN SYRUP TUB." Wha?? Was I in some dieter's commercial? This was the actual NAME of my purchase? A tub of corn syrup and other sugars? I looked around me: no hidden cameras. I looked at the package itself, and it still proudly proclaimed itself to be "low-fat half baked yogurt," in zany lettering and fun colors, which seemed a lot more appetizing. I then noticed the ingredients had a section which read, "liquid sugar, corn syrup," among other things, of course.
Now, this story would have a happy ending if this served as a wake up call and I put the yogurt back, now that it's unsavory ingredients had been so illuminated by the gadget. But, no, here I am at home, sipping my iced coffee, with a tub of corn syrup waiting for me in the freezer.
Oh Lizzy! 
