Money Out the Window
I remember the day that I realized that Hershey and I were throwing money out the window like it was yesterday.
We felt like we were hemorrhaging. So we sat down with our Chinese take out to scour our credit card bills one night. We went line by line, categorizing our purchases into necessities and luxuries. I gasped. In one month we had spent almost $700 on take out.
I dropped my fork.
It all became clear.
There was a definite correlation.
For months we had been going around in the same circles. I would run to the grocery store on Sunday with a “list” while our twin baby daughters were napping. I would pick up the staples. Cheese. Pasta. A loaf of bread. Bags of chips. Some random veggies. Chicken breast. Eggs.
Monday morning I would spend running late, trying to make an omelette or wolf down a sugary muffin while dressing my kids. Throw my hair in a braid and run out the door.
Forget to take something out of the freezer for dinner.
Spend the day snacking and running out for coffee.
Get home and open the fridge. Stare listlessly into the depths of the fridge. Past all of the meticulously homemade baby food and bottles.
“Hon??? Wanna order something??”
We we’re ordering out 4 times a week at our lowest point.
People we didn’t know and couldn’t see were making the bulk of our meals. Using who knows what ingredients. And upcharging us for the convenience.
I was furious. With MYSELF.
You see, before kids I loved to cook. It was one of my favorite pastimes. But I had let it fall to the wayside. And looking back now I can clearly see how that subconscious decision wrecked havoc on my life.
I gained 30 pounds. I was bloated. Lethargic. I couldn’t buy the things that I wanted because I had no money. I felt distracted and guilty. I was feeding my kids the best, while letting taking care of my hubby and myself fall by the wayside.
When I realized this, everything changed. I started taking the time to plan out my weeks. I took back control of my kitchen, and everything else fell into place. I lost 35 pounds, felt calm and clear, and felt good about nourishing my family in a way that I could be proud of.
Today, my time spent in the kitchen is sacred. I get elbow deep in kale and relish in the peace and quiet. I sit down at the table and spend time planning out how I will feed my family. It's the most BASIC of necessities, but also the most IMPORTANT.
If you don't eat well, you don't feel well. If you don't feel well, you don't act well. If you don't act well, you don't perform well. It's all connected.
So. What are YOU going to do today to BREAK THAT DAMN CYCLE??
Post what aspect of meal planning you struggle with the most in the comments below. I'm here to help! :)