Because If You Don't Have Anything Nice To Say...

Sorry for the silence. I made promises about keeping my blog going (Cristalle, to you especially). Right now it would be a whole lot of complaining. My job is getting more and more lame by the day. I am getting more and more dissatisfied. An easier exit. Right? Well... the actual date of departure is not set yet so I have nothing to count down to... I'm just driving myself nuts.

2014 has begun and I haven't even made any progress towards sort of meditating on what parts of my person I'd like to nurture and focus on. I mean, it's like I've been writing the same thing since I was twelve.

read more books.
lose weight.
travel somewhere.
learn something new.

Boring goals, those are...  Aside from the boring goals... 

• Don't spend like a stupid 27 year old - instead save like a SMART 27 year old. $3500 by the time you move.
  
• Go a freaking month without thinking "I'm fat" or berating myself for numbers on a scale, measuring tape, graph or whatever else. Just stop obsessing about it for the first time in 19 years.
  
• Leave the house more...   aim for one fun social thing a week that isn't watching netflix with the mister.
  
• Refrain from acquiring more crap that you're going to have to haul across the country again... I am not getting rid of my makeup/nail polish and jewelry collections this time... methinks we are going to actually take a uhaul. I don't have to start over from 2 suitcases! hurrah!
  
• Use more crap... in your hair... on your face... on your nails... all over your body. Just use it all. No reason to save anything for a special occasion. Today is a special occasion. And then don't buy more crap to replace the old crap. (Is anyone besides myself seeing a cycle?) 

Now...   Some awesome stuff. 

I have set up my first appointment with a surgeon, nurse and dietician. The first step in making lapband a reality.

I am working with a personal trainer once a month or so to guide my workouts and hold me accountable for progress.

Trent sent me a couple of really awesome books for christmas so the subway rides this week and maybe next are going fly by.

Also... peanut butter.

Next... Living like a miser. 

I've given myself a spending budget of $50 a week... OUTSIDE of groceries. It seems like a lot. I mean... Idaho-Nanette is like "whoa! $50 a week? that's (52x$50...) $2600 per year! It barely seems like a limitation at all, right?

No. Nope. Nuh-uh. Leaving the house in my current state of "wanna spend" can cost $20+ per day.

This means... packing lunches in your purse while you run errands around the city. I don't hold anything against a smushed, purse temperature, tuna sandwich.

This also means... planning my grocery trips better... and my social life... and my ebay life.

I officially canceled all of my subscription services but one... the cheapest one. The ipsy one.

Lapband also means that I wouldn't even be able to eat most of the favorite and expensive foods I hold so dearly (see: cheese and chocolate). So... there's at least 4 weeks of broth-based savings (post-op liquid only diet).

Every dollar saved is one dollar away from my incredibly business dumb boss and his ladder climbing, head bobbing, "ass or gas, no one rides for free" sexism (and cheapness)...   and one dollar closer to relocation.

No matter where you go, there you are. Moving isn't the answer, but it sure is a good deadline.

Love love,
Nanette