I was perusing the transactions on my credit card today and noticed something interesting. Last week, I used my credit card at two different grocery stores and four restaurants, and spent over $100. That’s not including the times I used cash, and it’s only in the span of a week, just for me. Even assuming I didn’t spend cash at all last week, which I’m sure isn’t true, I’m still saving a Franklin this week just for freeganism.

And so far, so good. Better than I thought, actually. I might actually be gaining weight on this plan if I’m not careful, just because I’m gorging on bread and do very little to burn off the energy.

This morning, I took the rest of the French bread I baked up last night and hauled it into work, as well as the tray of sweet rolls that apparently has a hole where “something” got into it. John, the coworker trying to make sure I’m properly fed, brought over a couple cookies and half of an orange this morning. I, in turn, offered him French bread slices, which he accepted. As far as I’m concerned, that’s a freegan barter.

But, of course, we’ve got some haters. The sweet rolls with the hole in one part does kind of look like some little kid stuck his finger in and poked around (my first theory), or some animal bit or pecked into the plastic to get at some of the rolls (coworkers’ theory, and my reluctant second theory). Nevertheless, it pretty much affects no more than three or four rolls out of a dozen, and John and Catherine both dug right in to the good ones during lunch. I had two, and will take the bitten ones and give them to the birds.

I gotta say, if I sound like I’m committed, it’s because The Motherload last night really jazzed me. If I can get that much stuff out of my first amateurish trip out, imagine what I can haul in with a little practice and bravery. (I’m looking at you, well-lit Big Box.)

Emily wanted to know if I actually got in a Dumpster last night, and the answer is yes. Yes, I climbed in, because the Dumpster wasn’t even a quarter full and I saw all the bread and knew I had to get in to get it. It didn’t seem too dirty, as hard as that is to believe. Messy, yes. But not dirty.

Lunch today was back to the potluck, which I was excited about because it meant a few more veggies today (though barely). We had quesadillas with beans, salsa and tomato sauce, plus dried cranberries and the French bread and sweet rolls I brought. I did the dishes to square the deal.

I know I have to get more vegetables into my diet — usually my diet consists of mainly carbs and veggies anyway — but I know that to do that, I have to figure out when and where vegetables are getting tossed. Tonight, I’m thinking about using the meat scraps and adding it to the French bread for mini sandwiches, but we’ll see where the night takes me.

The gang tells me it might be a bad idea to eat the pound of tuna salad, though I protested because it’s unopened. Sometimes, though, I should probably listen to the advice. But throwing it away again sounds like a waste, again. Maybe I’ll give some to the cat. Don’t tell my roommate.

I’m feeling like a nap right now, more than usual for mid-afternoon, and the culprit’s probably all that French bread I’ve been snacking on at my desk. I have to make sure to cut down on the carb-loading, and start finding vegetables.