In order to save money I have decided to start bringing my lunch to work, thus freeing up a few dollars each day for my Mamma Not Only Needs a New Pair of Shoes but a Marc Jacobs Trench Coat fund.

I usually hate the idea of bringing one's lunch from home as carting around a brown bag like a toddler going to kindergarten is the surest signal that one has not "made it." However, I feel I am (barely) young enough to get away with such things. A young twenty-something female eating dry cereal and fruit from her Gristedes bag is, though definitely not chic, at least a little faux-romantic to certain others, in that "Oh I remember when I was twenty and I had no money and it was the greatest thing ever," sort of way.

Unfortunately, after my usual bagel and coffee, I dipped into my lunch bag of shame and ate the entire contents of a little plastic bag full of cereal. To counteract the feeling of carb overload, I ate my apple and peach yogurt. Before I knew what was happening, I was eating my breakfast bar and bagel chips with one hand, while doing my morning Gawker review with the other. Then, and only then, did the office announce there were free donuts in the 4th floor conference room.

Now not only do I have to spend money on lunch, I feel like a fat ass before 10am.

In tangentially related news, I have not been to the gym once since beginning my membership. I did, however, sleep with Ex-Boyfriend this week and I was on top for quite a bit. While not precisely the same thing as getting on a treadmill, surely this counts as some sort of exercise?