Deal with the Devil
I’ve given my husband control over my shoes. I buy at least 1 pair a month. At least. But I’ve given that away. Like an idiot. It’s for a good cause. It has nothing to do with saving money. (I curb the craving if I can’t afford the shoes) It has to do with….my weight. I made an agreement (a pact with the devil) with my husband, that if I didn’t lose a certain amount of weight each month, I couldn’t buy new shoes the following month. For example, it’s August. I have all of August to lose 15 lbs. If I do not lose 15 lbs, I can’t buy any shoes in September. (I came up with this idea. He could care less if I lost weight. Just as long as I don’t lose my tits. Joking! He’s gonna be mad I put that!) Essentially, I found a way to motivate myself. Let’s just hope he realizes that this is until I lose all the weight. (Which is about 100 lbs) I’m lazy. Hate exercising. I eat pretty well. Soda and juice are my downfalls. It used to be cake, but I’ve been doing well on the sweets frontier. So wish me luck! I think I’ll do well. Take away my food and water, but please! Not my shoes!