I am struggling with not spending money at the moment. Every day I have this complusive need to leave the house and spend spend spend.There are loads of beautiful summer clothes and shoes in the shops at the moment. I keep telling myself I don’t need this and I don’t need that and have cut up all my store cards. However I did need some summer clothes I successfully have lost 2 stone after reading marisa Peer’s book ‘You can be slim’ and so i went out and bought myself new clothes. My heart was pounding oh it was so exciting. Stood at the till with piles upon piles of clothes a shopping frenzie of excitement began. I got so excited I couldn’t look at the shop assistant in the face. I shook inside with the anxiety and the thrill of shopping trip. I loaded all the bags into the boot of my car and THEN I felt sick. I was sick of what I had done. I had fallen off the wagon. I couldn’t pluck up the courage to go straight back to the shop that same day. Perhaps if I waited I would see a different girl at the checkout and not feel so embarrassed another day.Then I had to get the shopping in the house, past my husband, up the stairs and hidden away. I managed to hide them away without him seeing. I felt sick and ashamed of myself. Yesterday I took clothes back to the shop, I went to the same branch in a different town. Luckily I was just within the return date. I was slipping back into my old ways again. So I did some work on myself and some self talk, telling myself ‘I am enough, I am enough’ I reflected on all the material wealth I have and what I did and didn’t need (got the idea out of Marisa’s book) I went through my clothes and worked out what I NEEDED for the summer and I donated my old fat clothes to the homeless . Thankfully I put some money back into my account from returning clothes.Oh I felt better. So much better after I corrected my shopping blip. ok I guess I fell off the wagon. I guess I got away with it this time. Thankfully I took the majority of the clothes back to the shops and I am not too ashamed of myself. But If I do this again I fear I could become what the womens magazines call a ‘bulimic shopper’.
Falling off the wagon -Am I a turning into a Bulimic Shopaholic ? |
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