November 3, 2008
I am suffering from consumer overdose.
A while ago I purchased a shirt. I drove home excited about the purchase only to discover that I had already purchased that shirt - several weeks earlier. It was still in the bag. (This, by the way, is a to-the-point version. I didn't actually discover the bagged shirt, complete with tags and receipt, until a few days after the purchase.)
You get where I'm going with this, right?
While staring at the identical shirts, flush with embarrassment, I looked around. For the first time in a while, I actually looked around. And what did I see? Not popcorn popping, but worthless, useless, never-used crap. All over. I love the word crap (mostly because it the next best thing to it's cursing counterpart - which incidentally is my true favorite word.)
Anyway, after looking around, I was blessed with true discernment. It's time to stop buying crap.
Since my spending has become habitually toxic, I must purge the shopping toxins. I shall do this with the Official Consumer Cleanse (complete with lemon juice, a splash of maple syrup and a shake or two of cayenne.) This will not be easy. This will be more than painful. But it must be done.
I have some friends who have stopped sugar. Well not totally, they get a "cheat" day... but other than that they've stopped the sweets. They have, however, issued themselves a reward: For every week they resist the urge to splurge on cavity induced hokum, they get to wear a rubber band. Now if that isn't the huskiest of incentives, I don't know what is! They've asked me many a time to join their rubber band club. And every time I say, "No way. Sugar is Sanity."
Make fun as I may, I have now found a purpose for the rubber band club. Are you ready? Drum roll please....
I, rabidrunner, promise to and hereby swear to cease the purchase of clothing, books, magazines, jewelry, makeup, household decor, gadgets, electrical items, furniture, and Gear of any sport (that's the one that hurts) for an entire year beginning November 1, 2008. (See I'm already into it 3 days. Only 362 to go...) Above mentioned items may be purchased for Yahoos and Spouse as needed. Above items can be purchased for others as gifts. I will not get a "cheat" day.
For each week without consuming, I get a rubber band.
There are a few items that have been declared purchasable. They are: running shoes to replace others, underwear as needed, makeup when emptied, music - for music is holy and one pair of ski poles. (I need to buy ski poles since they were STOLEN from outside the ski patrol shack while the doc told us about Spouse's Crushed Calcaneuses. I said I'd stopped buying things but I'm still gonna have fun. There will be copius amounts of running, powder hounding, music and makeup this year.)
Do you think I can do it? I do. Stay tuned!