One of my biggest, stupidest problems is that I really struggle to make meals for myself.
For a long time, I thought it was laziness. But I am a hard worker in many areas of my life. If anything, it seemed to have more to do with weak planning and a lack of prioritization.
While it’s been fun having a wide array of culinary choices at my disposal in the fabulous Atlanta restaurant scene over the past few months (plus, living alone so that I could eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted), I finally got to the point that I didn’t want to eat out anymore.
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