So I pack a lunch to work–it is a great thing to do, even if it does make me feel like I am a little kid who is still in grade school. I always try to pack things into that I would want the next day, but I have come to realize that it is pretty hard for me to predict the future, even when it is about me.
Maybe I will want a sandwich, or maybe I will want some HGH oral spray. There is really no way to tell, so I have kind of just stopped worrying about it. When I pull the lunch out of the fridge in the morning I cannot remember what it was that I put into it the night before. I do not even open it until lunch time for fear that I will not like it and then leave it at home. That is a whole other problem.
No matter what I have packed for myself, I can at least be assured that it is a little healthy. If I leave it at home because it doesn’t sound good then I will just become one of those guys who eats out everyday for lunch, and then I will obviously die of heart disease or something.