Today I finally managed to find a Walmart within walking distance. This feat has taken me over 3 weeks to achieve, and has made me so happy I’m a little scared. Being in the centre of world capitalism, I would have thought it would be easy to find anything I need at any time, but it hasn’t been like that at all. Sure there are plenty of stores. Lots of little corner shops, convenience stores, and Walgreen’s (each more identical than the last). But in all of these places, the ratio of real food to candy is like 3:1 in favour of candy.
So you go about your business being a tourist. You’re hungry, you look down the street. You see McDonalds, Starbucks, Subway, Popeye’s everywhere. You begrudgingly have to settle for these things more often than you’d like to, unless you want to break the bank. You crave fresh fruit. Broccoli. Salad that isn’t incarcerated within a greasy burger prison.
It’s funny how my mind works. In the back of my mind I’ve been worrying quite a bit about eating right (which I haven’t been accomplishing well since LA). But it doesn’t manifest itself in the way I would think. I don’t worry about feeling sick, weight gain, weight loss, or any long term health problems. No sir. I walk down the street and I think to myself:
I am going to die because I haven’t eaten an apple.
If I don’t find a salad, I will die.
But it’s all alright now. Today I found Walmart. It may be costing me an arm and a leg to eat right in this country but it sure is worth it.