12:49 pm
GASP! My boss just gave me her leftover edamame and salad with dericious ginger dressing. Heart boss!
1:55 pm
Just got my prize for winning the office Golden Globe challenge, with the most number of correct predictions for the 2009 Golden Globes. All my TV watching sure paid off (and/or I may or may not have had some extra help from TV connoisseur S). My prize: $20 gift card to Gourmet Garage = another week’s worth of food!
1:11 pm
My coworker just gave me her leftover SASHIMI because it tasted “too fishy.” My boss also wanted it at first , but she’s not allowed to eat it because she’s pregnant. My other coworker didn’t want it either because she doesn’t eat raw fish. I love my office.
2:15 pm
coworker discovers my secret.
IM from K at 2:15 pm: do you not eat if there’s no free food?
shit.
4:53 pm
The best part about working at a PR agency is that none of the girls want to eat leftover junk food. When you work in PR, you’re either poverexic or anorexic. There was a box of leftover pizza today in the kitchen, which none of my coworkers wanted because it “looked too greasy.” So I took the entire box. Poverexia: 1. Anorexia: 0.
8:44 pm
Highlight of my day: www.angry-gram.com
whatever agency is running this Angry Whopper campaign is GENIUS.
8:55 pm
GASP!!!!!! Edelman………………………….
3:55 pm
OMG.
BURGER KING CAMPAIGN URGES FACEBOOK USERS TO DROP 10 FRIENDS FOR A WHOPPER
http://www.allheadlinenews.com/articles/7013682299
goodbye friends. hello dinner.
1:48 pm
JUST DISCOVERED SOME LEFTOVER BAGELS IN THE OFFICE KITCHEN WITH *FLAVORED CREAM CHEESE* !!!!!!!!
1:58 pm
just discovered those weren’t for us.
4:21 pm
a poverexic girl’s dream come true:
in the words of my conspiring friend and Gradspot editor, “go with a friend, wait for them to order and then suddenly “remember” the deal and piggyback off their purchase.”
7:05 pm
I arrive at the Harvard Club for the URTAK presentation to find a beautiful array of cheese, fruit, and crudite.
Here was my plate:
Here was someone else’s plate:
i ate so well today. today was a good day.
i received a whole foods gift card in the mail today from my savior N, who took pity on my poverexic situation. he is truly MAGIC. no one kinder than he. i was so excited that i immediately ran over to whole foods to buy myself 3 cans of soup and 5 annie chun’s asian noodle bowls. i was certain i had calculated precisely, but when i got to the register, the entire total ran 16 cents too short. fuck. i had under-calculated. in a panic not to waste a single cent, i ran over and grabbed the first thing i saw – a bar of chocolate – which i idiotically assumed would only cost about $1. WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?!?! it was $3.69. $3.69!!!!!!!!!! THAT’S MORE EXPENSIVE THAN THOSE CANNED SOUPS AND ANNIE CHUN NOODLE BOWLS!!!!!!!!!!! this is just absurd. i was so angry. so angry.
i was so angry that when i arrived to S’s apartment later on to watch the premiere of 24, i tried to get rid of the despicable choc by offering it to S and his roommates. no one wanted it. UGH!!!!!!!!!!! so fucking annoying. but i couldn’t throw it away. i NEVER throw food away, even if i don’t want it. that bar of chocolate was like my unborn child to me – disgusting and unwanted, but i just couldn’t get myself to get rid of it.
anyhoo fast forward an hour, and in preparation for the big TV night ahead of us, S orders enough chinese food to feed a mormon family. fully aware of my poverexic situation, S generously offers me his fried dumprings, beef fried rice, peking duck, and shumai. it was rearry dericious. when we’re done with dinner and tv, he starts putting all the trash in one bag, and reaches for the two takeout boxes of white rice as if to throw them away. STOP RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!! i shout. i’ll take those. those poor unwanted boxes of white rice that no one ever wants. don’t worry, i will take you home. i gently tuck them into my overly humongoid purse and smile hugely, knowing that i’ll have enough food to feed myself tomorrow.
5:24pm
I learn that my wonderful roommate is COOKING DINNER FOR US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMGOMGOGMOGMGASDFKJHASKDJHF The menu: STEAK, SALAD, SCALLOPS. I think I just shat my pants.
7:05pm
Friends want to go see Bride Wars. FUCK. I really want to see that movie. But CAN’T. ROOMMATE IS MAKING STEAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Steak >>> Anne Hathaway and Kate Hudson.
When I first moved to the city, I lived purely off 99-cent ramen, some spaghetti here and there, and an occasional bag of frozen vegetables. And canned soup. Cooking is so hard. So hard.
That’s literally all I ate, but I was stil somehow spending $100/week on groceries. RIDIC. This city is so fucking expensive. I couldn’t continue spending like that, so I slowly started cutting down to two meals a day, and now after 1.5 years of living in the city, I’ve made it down to one. On the weekdays, I have three cups of coffee with whole milk for breakfast, and I scrounge around the office for any free food (usually leftovers from meetings) for lunch. Then I skip dinner. On the weekends I make spaghetti for linner.
Now I spend $50 every two months on groceries.
I am 25 years old; I live in Manhattan; I make $40K; and I am poverexic.
I lost 18 lbs within the first three months that I moved to NYC, not because I wanted to lose weight, but because I lived off 99-cent ramen – so wonderfully cheap. A girl’s most effective and cost-effective diet is being poor – that’s really the easiest way to stay skinny and fabulous in NYC. Let me teach you my ways.
Poverexia
noun. a state or condition characterized by an unhealthy lack of food intake driven not by the desire for weight loss, but rather by insufficient monetary funds to support a healthy eating habit or lifestyle
Poverexic in NYC 