First month in, and I’ve been committed to the diet. It hasn’t been as hard as I thought it would be. Or maybe because I’ve been avoiding shopping malls and boutiques altogether. The closest thing I’ve been to a clothing store for weeks has been in a Target. And even then, I find my eyes lingering in the general vicinity of women’s apparel. SPRING CLOTHES ARE OUT!!! Bright gorgeous colors are calling out to me! And then I move on. Out of sight, out of mind.
For weeks, I have contemplated on this challenge and what it means to me. And then I thought, “Have I really become a slave to material possessions?” When I think about it, people work to pay bills. People work hard to catch up on debt. People work extra hours to afford that new dress in Nordstrom. Of course working is important for survival as well. But how do you explain everyone else who has two of everything? When is it enough? And then my mind wanders to poverty-stricken countries or people who are just down in their luck. I sometimes feel a rush of embarrassment. When I try to think about it, the only people I’m helping are the already rich venture capitalists who are laughing at the mere thought of me scrounging for my last dollar to buy a pair of shoes on sale.
Don’t get me wrong, I love having that buying power, but is it really necessary to have 24 pairs of bra? Such greed. Really, there’s got to be a limit.
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