I don’t like going to the food pantry, but I’m happy that they’re there to help me. I really don’t like it. I like to just go shopping, and not worry about if food’s expired, or if it’s good. Actually, I got a compliment yesterday: “You look like you’re losing weight.” I said “thank you.” I didn’t want to tell them I’m not eating like I’m supposed to. Like, yesterday, my kids asked, “Mommy, you going to eat something?” I said, “No, you guys just go ahead and eat. Just go ahead. I’m not hungry,” and I’ll just go to bed, and call it a day. I’ll think, the seventh is right around the corner, one more day until I can buy more food.