Monday, August 23, 2010
For some reason, I decided to look at my online banking statement for the past 12 months and sort it alphabetically.
I expected to be disgusted with myself for the number of entries to Amazon.com, appalled to see the money I've spent at the Hallmark Gold Crown store near my house and surprised by the number of trips to Sam's Wholesale Club. Imagine my amazement at seeing the absurd amount of entries for Kroger (groceries), Sonic, McDonald's, and various and sundry bars and restaurants throughout southeast Texas and southwest Louisiana. Holy crap.
I'm one person. One. Why does one person need so much food? Granted, I've been known to pick up a few tabs here and there, especially if mom and my kids are with me, but damn. I shudder to think how beautiful my IRA would look if I had put all that food money toward my retirement bottom line instead of toward my waistline.
From this day forward, no more restaurants, no more bars, no more eating out. I will buy only fresh produce, dairy and meat and will cook every meal.
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Never mind. Who needs to retire, anyway?