Well it's been like 15 years ever since I've menaged to pin some renal pains down to grenadine consumption, that I am able to tell the general glycemic indexiness of things. But to organise better shopping is such a hopeless cause.
"I'm going shopping do you want anything?" will yield vaguely related article "that's all they had". A word too much might ruin stuff forever so it's better to say nothing. Like why do keep buying the spicy flavor ramens none of us eats them they keep piling up while all the other flavors circulate, but say that and now it's a brand that none touches. I think that's kind of the goal. There is some sort of food anxiety intermingled. Often I will say that's too much, like 2 donuts or whatever would have been plenty. "HaVe YoU eVeR cOnSiDeReD I mIgHt wAnT tO hAvE oNe tOo". To which I will then proceed to withdraw the entirely predictable amount of 1 out of 3 (somtimes 4) donuts, pieces of cake cinnaroll whatever. As I do. I often complain about too much sugar in my diet. But if I had a nickel for every "have you considered..." I would ruthlessly farm the shit out of that, we'd have a private cook and the thing would be a perpetuum mobile. They can't help themselves. They also only eat one....
This is not even the same person ,but have you ever gotten sick of icecream.... not like that's enough icream... more like fucking icecream again?! Trust me you go out there, and try to grease some palms that might be busy otherwise, with a cute little dose of corruption, oh an icecream how nice, who doesn't like icecream, yeah repeat that for a whole summer everyday. God icecream is an obnoxious gift. Eat now godspeed or sticky fingers.
And it's like ugh... I have enough issues and idiosyncrasies about food as is, texture and autism, and how I'm unable to establish a dietary routine without a sugar kickstart in the morning, and a pop with the big meal in the evening... Allready have a hard time using my brain instead of speedrunning through the bright noisy supermarket in some amygdalic rush. And also my last job convinced that basically everybody is an ennemy. None of this is a good start. It's unreasonable for me to have to deal with the boomer shit above. A piece of cake is fine and dandy, exceed for something truely delicious, be thirsty a few hours whatever, never said I was a rolemodel... But there is like just of the top of my head m&m's, twix, more national chocolatey and candy stuff, 2 types of icecream. And I know with confidence, except for 1 of these 2 icecreams, none of these products will visibly diminish in quantity unless I touch'em.
Having the shelves filled with food, albeit stuff nobody wants, make me feel like a silly spoiled brat when in the supermarket, I tend to walk out like a particular sausage or cheese I want to put on my bread it in that very instant and that's it.