I'll start this blog with some cute kitty pics! Can't go wrong there! The first one is Bizzy coveting some pancakes, and the second is Rupert in his plastic bag kingdom (don't worry, he was supervised - I was getting the bags together to recycle them at the store!).
They are sweet. Anyway...
Riddle me this...
Why do I have such a hard time spending money on myself, while at the same time being so permissive in terms of my spending on food???
With anything else... clothes, shoes, entertainment related stuff... I am so tentative about spending money. Not that I have a lot of money to spend on those things. I save money every month and also contribute to my 401k, as well as pay my school loans and my car loan. I also have about $5000 worth of credit card debt (down from much much MUCH more, believe me!!) that I incurred when I was in graduate school (the first time around) and supporting an ex-boyfriend who didn't work for 90% of the time we lived together. I learned a lot of lessons during that time of my life (I'll never be used like that again), and I am really proud of my financial responsibility. I check my credit report every four months and it is golden.
So, why can't I bring myself to buy a new pair of jeans without needing my sister to come with me? A moment to brag: I picked out the wedding dress she bought!! And in return she got to pick out two pairs of pants for me at Kohls, lol.
Any why, why oh why, do I not feel the same hesitance about food? I don't mean groceries - I stick to our budget on our weekly trips - but snack foods or lunch out or a diet soda here and there. I don't even think about money when I buy food, but rationally I know that all of those small purchases add up so fast. It isn't like I am eating fast food or anything, but it is something that I notice about myself.
Huh. I don't know that there is an answer necessarily. It may have something to do with instant versus delayed gratification. It may have something to do with my dislike of shopping for clothes and shoes. It may have something to do with comfort. It may have something to do with the logic that food is necessary, while new things are not necessarily so. Hmmm.
Anyway, I have learned that going home for lunch (and bringing other snacks to work from home) is a great solution. It saves me money and I can control what and how much I am eating to a finer degree.
Now I just need to buy myself some new running shoes. I want them, I know I need them! And I know where I plan to buy them (Fleet Feet! Or as I like to think in my head, Feet Feat!). I just have to give myself permission to do so. I am worth it.