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Tuesday, February 03, 2009.
A few posts ago I wrote about brown bagging 
Every day after lunch, I usually like to have a snack, something small and sweet – I admit I have a sweet tooth. So what do I do, I head to the vending machine and get some M & M’s or some type of candy bar. The average price for one of these is about .50 to .75 cents. So on average I spend approximately $2.50 per week on snacks, which works out to about $10.00 per month.
Now, ladies, you might be saying, yeah, it’s only $10.00 per month, but, think about it? If you dropped those 10 bucks into a piggy bank every month for 12 months, you will have $120.00 saved towards buying yourself that really cool Christmas present that you may have had to put off buying because your Christmas budget would not allow for it. Yes, I see the light bulbs turning on! So, my solution was to buy healthy snacks in bulk. Now, I drop a snack bar, or a yogurt, or a piece of fruit into my lunch bag, so when my sweet tooth craving kicks in I reach into my brown bag
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When I was younger I would have been beating myself up about the job market, what will I do next, etc. I am not stupid; of course I am concerned. But it makes absolutely no sense for me to be miserable, deprived and all around unwell at this time. It’s only been a few weeks for me, but at 41 years old, I know that while I’m waiting for the phone to ring after sending out resume after resume, it’s perfectly sane to enjoy the simple, inexpensive pleasure I could not only a month or so ago. A bubblebath in the daytime; going to the grocery store during the day when it’s practically empty instead of packing myself into crowded aisles on a Saturday; getting a full eight hours of sleep every single night just because I can. I download audio books for free from the public library so I can keep the tv off and enjoy something new, fresh and engaging.
While friends of mine (I’m sure) are certain I’ve lost my mind, I just can’t imagine how running around like a chicken with my head cut off would do me any good. I might be unemployed another month or another six, but is it any better to feel and look depleted, anxious and stressed when going to interviews? I think not, so I’ve got to run now. Time for my steam facial. NO matter what I do, the phone isn’t going to ring any faster, so why not be gorgeous, healthy and content while waiting? I start every morning with a delicious breakfast, a good workout, time for prayer and then I’m off and running to the sites. This economy might break my bank, but I’ll be damned if it’ll break my spirits. As Ali would say, I’m just too pretty!