32:6
2004. I needed something to wear to a friend’s wedding. When every 28 I tried on didn’t fit, I tried 32. I walked out to the 3-way mirror, looked at myself, and thought, “This is nuts. I can’t do this anymore.”
Three years later, I was a size 6.
2009: I opened a letter from one of my credit card companies. They said, cryptically, that even though I was a “valued customer,” they were raising my interest rate to 32 percent. I thought, “This is nuts. I can’t do this anymore.”
As of yesterday, I’m paying 6 percent.
32 might be bigger, but 6 offers a lot more breathing space.
For me, being morbidly obese is a lot like being in debt:
- Size 32: I had no idea how many calories I consumed every day.
- 32 percent: I had no idea how much money I spent every month.
- Size 32: I masked emotional issues with overconsumption of food.
- 32 percent: I masked emotional issues with overconsumption of goods.
Remember how you felt the first time someone noticed you lost weight? I do and it felt really good. I had the same feeling last week when my change in attitude from “I have no idea how much I spend a month” to hard-core financial diva caught my husband’s attention.
“You’ve embraced this whole financial thing like you did your weight.”
Why, yes. Yes I have. *smile* Thank you for noticing.
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