Tess Healy, Day 2
I have yet to spend any money on food. I am afraid to spend it. Once it is gone, it is gone.
I am a very honest person, growing up in England, if we found a sixpence on the street we had to put it in the poor box in church. We were the poor so I could never understand why we didn’t just keep it. I know now that the very public depositing of the money declared we were not poor (even though we were) and that claiming that pride meant a lot. But the outcome of that early training is that I cannot steal or cheat…. Even when I want to. I seem to be spending an inordinate amount of time trying to find out ways to beat the system (if my son takes me out for lunch and buys it, it won’t count against my $3), justifying these convoluted strategies (People on welfare must have family to take them out occasionally), and then scolding myself into not cheating the system (they said three dollars a day- not find people to feed you.) I can see being a vegetarian is not a choice but a necessity if I am going to make the money last.