January Spending Fast Update

January has come and gone and February is going by at an alarming rate! Even though the fast is over, I’m still doing my best to eat food that I have at home without buying extra items.  The main reason for the continued fast is because I’m planning something special at the end of the month, which of course, I will talk about then.

Overall, I spent about half the amount I normally spend on groceries. Nothing was spent on clothing, though I did have an unexpected home repair bill.  Thankfully it was a small amount so there wasn’t a big affect on my budget.  It’s also the month that I pay a year’s worth of car insurance, so even though it’s a large amount, I planned for it and it only hurts a little to see that money disappear from my bank account.

Technically, I didn’t spend any money on entertainment, but I did use a ‘gift card’ I got from my cousins to see a movie at the Clinton Theater.  It was a very generous amount so I was able to see a couple of movies AND have popcorn and a soda at both and I still have a little leftover!  Since I’m the one making the rules for the fast, I’ve decided that using my ‘gift card’ doesn’t break them.

One of the best gift cards I’ve ever received!

Thank you to those of you that reached out to be to let me know you’ve been struggling with debt.  It’s very difficult to admit and for most people, it comes with much shame and self-hatred.  I know because I have been there, I’ve berated myself for allowing myself to get in over my head, had buyers remorse, told myself I was an idiot and worse.  That doesn’t help and doesn’t make the situation any better. 

More than once I’ve sat at my computer to write my debt story – I’ve got several paragraphs and think there will be multiple installments of it.  Here’s the thing, though – when I relive those days and those decisions, there’s a lot of darkness there and I find myself needing to take a break from it.  While I don’t beat myself up about it anymore, it’s hard not to think about how foolish I was, especially for someone who knows better.  Even writing all this makes my throat constrict and I’ve got a strong urge to make a joke or add a twist – anything to stop feeling it.  That tells me that I need to finish that story, write down all the gory details and share it.  That’s where the healing happens.  And again, if you are identifying way too much with what I’m saying, there is a way out.  Just send me an email or a private message if you want to talk.