After a week and a half of horrible eating caused by PMS (or my total and complete lack of willpower…whatever. I prefer to blame PMS), the scale is headed in an upwards direction and I’m not too overjoyed about that. So I’ve started trying to control my eating, but we haven’t been to the grocery store in 3 weeks so we have no fresh fruits or veggies. We have nothing but noodles and rice. The carbs are killing me! I eat a small plate of starchy deliciousness and then in an hour I’m starving again. We really need to get to the supermarket but there are several problems, 1. We’re poor. 2. We’re poor. and 3. We’re really poor.
At the end of this week after payday we’ll be able to go grocery shopping but we still don’t have a lot to spend, and inflation has just been killing me lately. When I first got to Chile I couldn’t believe that fresh produce was so dirt cheap. Now in the past months the prices of vegetables and fruit has gone up over 100%, milk and bread have also been on the rise. I’ve heard talk that this is a sign of Chile’s economy growing. Welcome to the developed world…where everything costs you and arm and a leg! But, I feel so bad for the people here who are truly poor. It’s pretty easy for me to notice inflation in food prices because we are very consistent in what we buy…always the basics, lots of fruits, vegetables, bread, milk, cereal, rice etc. Never anything too out of the ordinary (except when my husband’s cuico supermarket opens and I go CRAZY!). There was a time when we regularly spent about $50,000 pesos, or about $100 USD every two weeks on groceries. Now that’s gone up and I’m fairly positive we are still buying the same items. Now we spend about $60,000-65,000 pesos, or $120-130 USD each time. That’s not a huge increase but when you consider the fact that minimum wage is about $240 USD, spending an extra $20-30 bucks would take a serious chunk out of your monthly earnings.
I complain a lot about our financial situation. We have debt and that sucks big time. It may take us longer than we’d like to be able to move to another country. I’d like a big expensive flash for my camera.
I want to smack myself for just saying those things.
I seriously need to shut my pie hole. Compared to a lot of people in Chile, we are so much better off. Sure, we live in a room in a student residence that belongs to our parents. But, we have a roof over our heads. I might not be able to buy all my expensive imported foods from the US like peanut butter as much as I would like, but I never worry that we’re going to go hungry. Sometimes I light candles to help heat our room to save on energy costs. But we’ll never freeze because I can turn on the electric space heater whenever I want. We have electricity in our house.
Anyways, this entry turned into a total tangent and is not what I had intended to write about. Sometimes you just have to go with it. I guess the point that I’m trying to get to is that we’re not “really poor,” like I said in that first paragraph. We’re rich, and I should be more appreciative.