It’s so cliched, right? In January, after the overindulgence in November and December, one restrains. Cliched but true. Walking down Connecticut Avenue in Dupont Circle, it’s clear there are fewer patrons in restaurants. But a good deal for those who are hungry, n’est pas?
Then there’s shopping. The stress of the holidays *can* lead to stress shopping. But isn’t January just as stressful – if not more?
To quote a friend, I don’t believe in making resolutions, I make guidelines. So here I go:
- No purchases – defined as shoes, clothes, makeup – until we go to Westminster in mid-February.
Okay, that’s really the only guideline. Which I, of course, softened to say, through January, with a goal of mid-February. Here are the results: no purchases with said caveats:
- Books don’t count.
- Replacement earbuds because my dog ate my current ones (which I have had for several months, closing on a year) do not count.
- What about replacement walking shoes? Okay, just in case they count, I forego new Merrells until after mid-February …
The result? I feel oddly proud of my accomplishment. Like I’ve lost 15 pounds or something, right? Reactions from my acquaintances range:
- A month, is that a long time? To go without buying anything? This from a 20 something grad student-intern. Me: A month = an eternity (sometimes).
- Yeah, but wait until Spring and then …. This from a jaded 40 something rail thin (to quote G) housewife. Me: (Smile) Yes, you’re right. Wait until Spring. (to myself: really? try to be a bit more supportive on the surface, then you can stab me in the back with our mutual – and unhappy – friends.)
- It’s not like you’re refraining from drinking, right? This from a work colleague, who I guess really knows the core of me – ha! Me: no response – I mean, what could I say? just laughter.
So, if my friends would be more supportive about something like this, they probably wouldn’t actually be friends. Truth.