On one hand, I get it. The whole “new year/new attitude/new you” thing needs a beginning point, and the first day of the year is The First Day of The Year.
On the other hand, my previous ( 2012, 2010, 2007, 2008, 2004… ) attempts.
That’s a whole lotta stuff that didn’t get done, y’all. There are a few ongoing themes though…
Money: having a full-time job with a regular paycheck has quite possibly been one of the hardest things I’ve had to get used to. I would panic because I’d spent the last $2 in the checking account; then check the balance the next morning and my paycheck would be there.
The first trip to Target was interesting and weird. No kids were with me, so I picked up everything on the list. (I KNOW!!!!!)
Got to the checkout; the cashier said “That’ll be $60″ and I just stood there and stared.
It was an uncomfortable few moments.
Finally, I stirred myself and slid the card. Typed in the PIN. Blinked back the panic that I didn’t need anymore.
I’ve created a loosey-goosey version of the envelope system out of several checking accounts. While The Envelope Method is a Bad Idea, I need a rough categorization system for holding money for the BIG bills like car insurance. Leaving it in my main checking account and telling myself “don’t spend it” is a lot like putting an alcoholic in an unsupervised room full of free booze and saying “You can only have ONE.”
(that article also helped me with the whole “savings vs paying down debt” debate in my head. I’m building an emergency fund and making more than minimum payments. Once my emergency fund goal is reached, it’s all going toward debt.)
Exercise/Weight: I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.
I’m also at the heaviest non-pregnant weight I’ve ever been.
Buying clothes any larger is not on the to-do list. NOT HAPPENING.
My knees ache, going down steps is getting to be a chore, my digestive system is cranky…
Going from a part-time job that required me to be on my feet all day long & gave me enough time to go to the gym
a full-time desk job has been harder on me than I wanted to admit.
I want to work out. I just can’t wrap my brain around where to fit it in. Right now I:
- Leave work
- pick up the boys
- go home and cook dinner
- clean up
- crash. HARD.
and that’s five nights a week.
Going to the gym at 5am isn’t going to happen. Just so you know…
The weekend is usually spent on the laundry treadmill, cleaning the house
(which is a good chance to segue into)
Getting Organized: We finally have some semblance of a “We want you outta here by April” goal. I’m evaluating the furniture (the sofa isn’t salvageable, I’m afraid. Too thoroughly dogged), throwing out/donating, and generally trying to get the rest of Mama’s Stuff to HER HOUSE.