I Am Hypocrite. Hear Me Roar.

I have a strong dislike for all things Wal-Mart. Many of you may know this. And I am trying hard not to go into my Anti-Wal-Mart rant right now because really, that is beside the point. The bottom line for this blog is that I believe in supporting businesses that are healthy for the country, the vendor and the consumer and, well, in my opinion that is not Wal-Mart. I feel like by making wise choices, sacrificing other monetary pleasures and being a smart consumer, anyone can rid Wal-Mart from their life forever and still stay on budget.

That being said, I spent $100 dollars there today. Yuck. Actually I am already a hypocrite - this is nothing new. Keith's company pays for our membership to Sam's Club and, on occasion, I do shop there since our state is Costco-free. I don't buy a lot of food in bulk so it isn't on my weekly radar but every time I walk in, the Today's Stock Market Update is staring right in my face and thanking me for supporting the cause. Double Yuck. So I leave feeling guilty with my $20 Speedo swimsuit and a double extra large box of Cheerios and tell myself that it's not the same. It's Sam's. Yup, totally different. Right? Don't answer that.

But today there was no denying it. I walked out with my 8 bags of food/random stuff and had the same feeling that one would have in high school in breaking up with a boyfriend, spilling every weird/horrible thing about him to your girlfriends and then getting back with him a day later while they looked at you with raised eyebrows.

Or, uh, I must assume it would be like that.

But I HAD to go there, I reasoned. As I only had a half an hour and it was sitting right next to my Weight Watchers meeting. Where else was I going to go? And I had literally searched all over town for a particular thing that I needed and (still) it is nowhere to be found. It was a last ditch effort to find it - and besides that- we were out of bananas. I would like to say that I completely stuck to my list, but the $1.50 clearance turtleneck for L was too good to pass up and the $3.00 long sleeve shirt for J was pretty cool. Darn those good bargains - I couldn't resist. I imagine the clearance racks there are the gateway drug to the addiction. But again I reasoned, they can't possibly be making that much money off something clearanced that much - it probably went to pay for the child-labor costs in Indonesia where it was undoubtedly made.

So I hope to control myself next time and just. not. enter. But it felt good while I was doing it. Kind of like indulging in an 35 point Coldstone Creamery Sundae and hating yourself and lack of self-control afterward.

Or, uh, I must assume it would be like that.