Shopping on Wheels

I can’t even tell you how many random goals I have set for myself these past few months.  Unfortunately, I never seem to keep them.  They usually sound something like this:  (1) write every day, (2) run every morning, (3) try a new restaurant every month (4) take a dance class at least once a week, (5) bring lunch to work every day, (6) eat the food in the fridge before it gets moldy, (7) don’t buy clothes every weekend, (8) contribute more to my 401K, (9) spend less on…well, everything. 

Even though the New Year’s resolutions have come and gone, I seem to keep treating every day like it is January 1^st.  I enrolled in a 5 week boot camp that starts at 6:30 a.m. and started making myself those green monster smoothies packed with spinach.  I also have made a ridiculous commitment to cut out bread, pasta, and rice for the next three days.  The problem with setting all these unrealistic goals is that it is virtually impossible to implement them all at once.  If I eat healthy, like to buy a little something for myself as a reward.  Then I end up being successful on goals (5) and (6) while blowing goals (7) and (8). 

The problem is that temptation is everywhere.  For example, one Saturday morning I decided to run to the beach.  Three and a half miles later I reached my destination and stopped to take in the amazing view of the waves.  Then it hit…the ultimate distraction.  It was a fashion truck, not a food truck, but a fashion truck—something I had never seen before, but only heard of.  The myth is that a magical fashion truck scours the Hampton homes of the rich and famous and buys up the gently used goodies to resell in Manhattan.  I had never heard of a comparable West Coast rival.  Spotting this fashion truck was like finding a unicorn. 

While I did not know that I would come across this powder pink, whimsical boutique on wheels, I knew there was a possibility I could succumb to the temptation of shopping while on a morning run. As preemptive damage control I purposefully did not bring a credit card while jogging.  Even though I knew I didn’t have the ammo so there was no risk of pulling the trigger, I still wanted to give the truck a shot.  Le Fashion Truck had a unique spattering of vintage and new clothes and accessories.  I definitely tried on a couple of bangles and flipped through the racks, but my foresight prevented me from picking up any souvenirs to commemorate this rare occasion.  Although I walked away empty-handed, I was actually quite full of hope that the fashion truck fad would catch on as fast as the L.A. food truck craze.