Like everyone else cum a new year- my husband and I renewed our commitment to a healthier lifestyle by hitting the gym hardcore. It's rare that we partake in the same activities since he's not a fan of yoga and I'm not a fan of him telling me what to do. Between his "expertise" in bicep curls and proper squat formation- I save us both the trouble and head right for the yoga studio while he joins the rest of his testosterone cronies amongst the weights and big screen tv's. On a random Monday evening, I noticed a longer than usual line out of the parking lot and realized we weren't alone in our quest for fitness. Although, we couldn't help but wonder just how many weeks and/or months of enthusiasm and pinky swear promises really get you? Whether it's 13 days into January or the Lenten season for that matter, I often find myself quickly disqualified from keeping any sort of resolution or adhering to a religious fast. Restriction, limitation, and moderation are very dirty 10 letter words, if you ask me. And probably reason alone why I'll never have a six figure retirement fund or a summer home in the Hamptons.
Living in the moment seems to work for most of us. However, I can't help but notice that a little self restraint in times of overindulgence wouldn't have been so bad either. All the splurging and decadence through the years has surely come at a cost, whether it's via the waistline, an emotional bankruptcy, or the LV Neverfull...we all pay one way or another. So, without further adieu- I think it's time to start making smarter investments. And no...not by way of stocks or bonds but moreso in things like patience, promises, and obligations. What are you saving for? Do tell...
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