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The Manscape – November 2019

November 27, 2019 by tanya

Ahhhh, these dudes.

Work Weekend With Jameson

The month started off with the weekend cabin trip that I mentioned in my Low Budget Ballin’ post. Jameson is a long-time friend. He invited me to do a “work weekend” at a beautiful lake cabin about an hour and a half north of the city. He’s got a big project on which he’s been working. I always have plenty that I need to do. So, he combined my love of a getaway with my desire to get things done. 

Cabin kitchen and living room

Before agreeing to accompany him, I asked him if he was sure, sure, sure that he didn’t want to go with someone who he knew would be interested in having a romantic experience with him. He assured me that I was his choice. 

We’ve known each other since we were children. He’s had a crush on the girl since then. He says that my little just-starting-to-develop boobs were the first ones he ever saw. We were playing a game of Chutes and Ladders and, when I leaned across the board to move my piece, he got a quick peek down my shirt. He and other members of his family were around my family beginning decades ago. As we became young adults (i.e., when we were engaged in our respective college careers), he became more clear and direct about his desire to have a romantic relationship. I finally decided to give us a chance when I was in law school. 

Cabin backyard deck

Out of the approximately 34 years that we’ve known each other, we officially dated for about 1. He says he hasn’t had a girlfriend since me. (Shrug). Though we speak regularly, we had the opportunity, while at the cabin, to have some really in-depth, honest conversations. I think we both find the conversations to be very enlightening. 

Why is his name “Jameson”? This man drinks excessively. He likes whiskey, so Jameson is an appropriate name. It’s to the point where, while under the influence, he’s done some things about which he’s incredibly ashamed. His drunken activities have severely impacted, if not totally destroyed, any possibility of me ever being willing to get back together with him. Though he has some qualities that I really admire, appreciate and love about him, there are a few other qualities that make a reconciliation highly unlikely.

Lake view

Nonetheless, Jameson and I are still friends. Though he has stated at the cabin that he wants to get back together, he recognizes that I’m not interested in that. He’s made it clear that, whether with him or not, he wants me to be happy and wants to make sure that we maintain a friendship. 

There’s a lot of water under the bridge known as our friendship.  I’ll share more about it in future posts. 

Jameson did a great job in choosing a nice cabin for us. When we were at the farmer’s market buying food for the cabin, he bought me some flowers and a vase and even arranged them while I made dinner later that night. He brought candles for the hot tub and even air freshener to elevate the living environment. He, clearly, made an effort to ensure that we had a nice stay. I appreciate that. 

When it comes to the money, he covered everything except the “small contribution” I offered to make toward the food. I budgeted $30 for this contribution, but ended up going about $14 over budget. I took the extra funds from a different budget category to cover the shortfall.

Mr. Nice For Now

The weekend after the cabin stay was Mr. Nice For Now’s birthday. Due to some work obligations, he was shackled to his home office, so I went over to his house. He cooked a great meal for us. I surprised him with a card and a cake. 

The following weekend, when he could go out, I took him to dinner. This was the first time, since we started seeing each other 9 months ago, that I’ve ever paid for a dinner date. Remember my position: if I’ve got to pay for dates, I’ll stop dating. My debt-free journey can’t support that.  Debt-free journey or no, my personality and dating style don’t support that, either. 

Of course, I gave Mr. Nice For Now the choice of the location for his birthday dinner date. He’s a steak man so I totally expected him to say that he wanted to go to Morton’s, Ruth’s Chris or the Capital Grill. To my utter delight, he told me that he wanted to have Ethiopian food because he hadn’t had it in about 20 years. What?! Ethiopian?! Yay! First of all, I love Ethiopian food and second of all, it’s a whole lot cheaper than any steakhouse. It was still a $100 dinner, but it was less than the alternative. Overall, I went $24.52 over budget for what I allocated for his birthday. 

To my utter delight, he told me that he wanted to have Ethiopian food because he hadn’t had it in about 20 years. What?! Ethiopian?! Yay!

Mr. Nice for Now left for Asia a few days ago. He’ll be there from now until the end of the year (about 5 weeks). The night after we went out for his birthday, he took me to my favorite restaurant. Next month is my birthday, so he wanted to take me out before he left, since he won’t be in town when my birthday rolls around. A couple of days before he left, he got us a couples massage. It was his first time ever having one, despite the fact that he had been married. I was glad to be able to experience that with him. 

He’s been sweet since he left, sending me update messages through What’s App. His time away will be a good opportunity for me to think through where I want this go and whether or not I want to continue the situationship. Really, it’s more about whether or not I want to continue it (I get really contemplative around the end of the year as I consider what I want to carry with me into the New Year and what I don’t). I’ve learned, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we’re not a match for anything long-term. We don’t have the level of chemistry that I would need from a man with whom I intend to spend the rest of my life. He has some amazing qualities, but our visions for our lives are not aligned. He’s okay with working at his job until he retires, not caring to progress and hoping to not rock the boat. That’s not consistent with how I want my life to be.

Hanging with Harvard

Once a month, I get together with my boy, Harvard. That’s his alma mater, so that’s how he got that name. For our monthly get together, we usually have dinner and drinks at the same restaurant in Midtown. 

Interestingly, we don’t talk much in between our meetings. We just know that each month we can look forward to getting together to catch up. It usually starts with a run down of his love life. When we first met about 9 years ago (at an event for Ivy League alums), he was in a strained marriage. Shortly after that, he got divorced. Since then, he’s pursued a lifestyle of non-monogamy (yeah, I didn’t know that was a thing, either) and is living his best life.  It has been interesting to see him doing him and being who and how he wants to be. 

He also has an affinity for strippers and instathots. It’s funny because, as I’ve told him before, one would never guess by looking at his buttoned-up-looking self that he’s about that life. 

He also has an affinity for strippers and instathots.

This month, we celebrated his birthday. So, though he always pays for our outings, this time I paid for it.  Unfortunately, when I was doing the November budget, I forgot that his birthday meal would need to be handled this month. I messed up. 

The Whole Foods Joker Gets Blasted

Whole Foods Joker is a guy that I met at . . . the Whole Foods Market.  Apparently, he was on his way out of the store, walking across the parking lot, as I was walking in. It had just stopped raining so it was wet outside. As I walked in, not knowing that someone was watching me, I wiped the bottom of my shoes by doing a little twist dance kind of thing.  Apparently, he thought that was cute – cute enough to come back into the store to talk to me and get my number. 

In the weeks that followed, he called me and texted me a couple of times. He was very polite and gentlemanly in his communication. He told me that he wanted to take me out for lunch or dinner – whatever I wanted – and he would make whatever time he needed to make in order for us to get together. 

Cool. We set up a date for a week later – Saturday at 2 p.m. I ask him where he wants to meet. He says, “We’ll communicate before then.” I respond that that’s okay with me.  

So the whole week passes and I don’t hear anything from him. Saturday comes and goes and I still don’t hear anything from him. Now, one might ask why I didn’t just reach out to him to confirm the date and to ask again where we would meet. I don’t do that. That’s not my dating style. As a general rule, I don’t pursue men. As a very specific rule, I don’t take any significant steps to go out with or talk to a man with whom I’ve never been on a date. I definitely, definitely don’t confirm first dates.  

Sunday passed with still no word from him. Then Monday rolls around and he calls. I was on another call at the time, so I sent a quick text stating that I’d call him back. In the meantime, he sends a text saying, “Hey pretty lady. We missed each other this past weekend. Hope all is well.” 

What?! “Missed each other”?! No, mutherfucker, we didn’t miss each other. You said we would communicate so, at that point, you dictated what was going to happen and you didn’t make it happen. You didn’t communicate. We did not “miss” each other. 

I’ve said this before. I really admire and respect men who do what they say they’re going to do. It doesn’t have to be to the point of perfection (because that’s not even possible), but you can’t totally blow it on a first date attempt – especially after you were basically begging to go out on said date. What I don’t respect is a man who doesn’t take ownership and, worse, tries to act as if I had something to do with the mishap. 

What I don’t respect is a man who doesn’t take ownership and, worse, tries to act as if I had something to do with the mishap. 

I had to set this joker straight. I didn’t hold back. It’s definitely not my place to reprimand a grown man, but I certainly can tell a man what is not acceptable to me, especially when he’s reaching out to me asking to spend time with me.  If he had simply said that something crazy/unexpected had come up, I would have responded differently. It still wouldn’t have been acceptable to me, but I would have respected his approach more.  

Of course, he was initially defensive and acted like what I was saying to him was out of line. He said I was lacking in compassion and was making a big deal out of something small. Let’s be clear: doing a no call, no show on this girl is a big deal.  He initially stated that “something must have happened” to make him not, at least, reach out to me on Saturday. But, “I can’t think of what it was right now.”

Clown. 

I continued to go in. When I flipped the scenario for him (i.e., if the tables were turned and I said blankety blank . . . ), laid out the facts about what he had said and how he acted, it finally clicked for him. He became profusely apologetic and finally admitted that he really “blew it.” 

He asked for forgiveness and another chance – particularly a another chance at a first date. He said, “At this point, I’m begging. Let me make it up.” I reluctantly agreed. 

Today, he’s offered to facilitate a spa visit in an attempt to make up for his foolishness. He asked me where I prefer to go, what services I prefer to get, and what day would be best for me. He said he’ll “take care of it.” We’ll see. 

Plans With The Bulldozer

The Bulldozer is my friend who is flying me out to Las Vegas to hang out in December. He’s The Bulldozer because he doesn’t fuck around. He’s very God-fearing, has immense emotional intelligence, but commands respect and will not hesitate to tell anyone what they need to be told. The first time I saw him was at a conference. He was speaking on the stage and I thought, Jesus Christ, this guy is no joke. Later, he came up to a vendor booth that I was browsing. The vendor was selling books and I was perusing one of them. The Bulldozer then said, “I’ll buy you that book if you promise to email me after you’ve read it and tell me what you think of it.” I read the book and sent him my review of it. That was the beginning of our now 17-year, completely platonic, friendship.  

The Bulldozer sent me the money for my airline ticket this month. While I normally want to fly at least business or comfort class (I know, I know – me and my preferences), he didn’t send enough for an elevated class seat. But, he sent significantly more than the amount of a regular coach class ticket. The old me would have added a little bit of money to what he sent and booked the higher class seat. The new me, however, bought the coach ticket and am praying for an automatic upgrade. Last year, I – by the skin of my teeth – earned status with an airline carrier. With that status, I get automatic upgrades if a seat is available in a higher class. Hence, I’m hoping for an upgrade. The extra $145.40 from the money he sent will be put towards food for the trip. 

My friend is in the process of choosing the accommodations. Right now, it’s between the Bellagio or the Aria. We’ll either get 2 rooms side-by-side or a 2-bedroom suite. I’m excited to hang out with The Bulldozer. I truly value him as a friend.

A Note About Names

These names aren’t solely for the purpose of protecting the identities of people mentioned in this blog. I really use names like this for guys when talking to my girlfriends about men. The name is critical because it provides some quick memory-jogging context. Who’s the story about, again? Oh, yeah, that joker you met at Whole Foods. Hence, the name Mr. Whole Foods Joker. My girlfriends and I delight ourselves in some of the names that we’ve come up with for the guys in our respective circles. Here are some of the names for my dudes and my girlfriend’s dudes.

  • Pencil (which represented his allegedly short pencil-sized penis)
  • Repeat Performance (because the loving was so good to her the first time, she wanted it again)
  • Jerk Of The Year (you get it)
  • Motorcycle Boy
  • Young Tech (younger and in the technology field)
  • Ass Out (I walked outside of my condo one day and saw his naked ass with no pants on. Interesting story. Maybe I’ll write about it one day.)
  • Grandpa (he was hella old)
  • Admirer
  • Barber Boy

I know, it’s so silly. But, it’s fun.

Filed Under: Lifestyle, Low Budget Ballin', These Dudes (Dating) Tagged With: Getaways

Fibroids, Food and Frustration – Part 2

November 9, 2019 by tanya

Audio version of this post, read by the author.

This is a continuation of Fibroids, Food and Frustration.

The thing about fibroids is that no definitive cause of them has been determined. The Mayo Clinic states plainly, “Doctors don’t know the cause of uterine fibroids,” but certain factors appear to contribute to them. Among those factors are genetics and hormones – particularly estrogen and progesterone.

I definitely had the genetics piece covered. As I mentioned before, my mother had fibroids. My grandmother also had them. My grandmother’s fibroids were so severe that she ended up having a hysterectomy. 

In the face of having a hysterectomy myself, I wanted to learn more about these alien tumors. Clearly, something was wrong in my body, which was leading to the aggressiveness of the tumors. My uterus wasn’t normal. I figured there had to be something in my biological ecosystem that was causing the fibroids to come back over and over again. 

As I did more research, I discovered the work of doctors who deemed the key cause of fibroids to be the relative levels of estrogen compared to progesterone. They determined that when the presence of estrogen was too pronounced, that led to the growth of fibroids. Estrogen dominance, therefore, was the real issue. 

Or, was it? Maybe there were other possibilities contributing to some kind of breakdown in my overall health. I continued to research. Did I have gut flora issues? Did I have a candida overgrowth or something? Did I have a latent allergy that had me living with acute inflammation? Was stress wreaking havoc on my body? I had to see what I could discover. 

I committed to getting myself checked from top to bottom to see if there was some underlying or pervasive issue that I just didn’t see – something that was causing the fibroids to grow back. 

I found a naturopathic doctor, told him about my history, and said that I really needed him to check everything. I wanted the kinds of tests that traditional doctors won’t usually order on a patient’s behalf because (1) they don’t believe that your medical theories are supported by science and (2) the tests aren’t covered by insurance policies. I took a special stool test to check my gut flora. I took hormone tests. I took blood tests. I also took a food sensitivity test.  (These non-traditional tests were very expensive, by the way; the food sensitivity test, by itself, was several hundred dollars.) 

I learned that my hormone levels weren’t right; my gut wasn’t right, either. These issues could be remedied with strong probiotics and some progesterone supplements. 

Why I Eat the Way I Do

The worst part was the results of my food sensitivity test. I was reactive to almost everything I liked to eat – everything! There were literally 42 items on my list of reactive foods. The results of the test showed me to be mildly reactive to, among other foods, almonds, cashews, pinto beans, cherries, white potatoes, peanuts, black pepper, chocolate, yeast, turkey, vanilla, watermelon, trout, pineapple and peppermint. It showed me being highly reactive to chicken, egg, wheat, cow’s milk, garlic and ginger. 

Jesus Christ. 

It was ridiculous! I had already stopped eating red meat a couple of years prior, but . . . chicken? . . . . chicken?! Nooooooooooooooooo! And cheese?! Oh, and wheat?! What-in-all-the-fuck?! 

The doctor assured me that if I avoided these foods for about 3 months, my body would likely reset and I would then be able to resume eating these foods. Since I had told myself that I wouldn’t get a hysterectomy until I had done all that I could do to try to correct my body, I was willing to eliminate the unfriendly foods and see what the results would be. Though I had previously engaged in some extreme food experiments in the past, this was going to be more than I was thinking I could handle. This wouldn’t be my first time not consuming something I liked, but it would surely be next level deprivation for me.

I couldn’t eat much of what I liked!

Deprivation Start Date – October 1, 2016

Before embarking on a major food deprivation project, I always mentally prepare. I pick a date and wrap my mind around the fact that, beginning that day, I’ll be giving up some things that I really like and want. The date I chose for my 3-month no cheese, no wheat, no chicken, no nothing I like diet was October 1, 2016. That would give me about 3 weeks to mentally prepare and eat a slew of cheese, chicken, bread and butter. 

When the 3 months were over, and I went for my doctor’s visit, I was looking forward to hearing the doctor tell me that I could get off of my program. Instead, he told me that it would be best that I continue for an additional 3 months, as 3 months really wasn’t an adequate amount of time. Though disappointed, I made the decision to continue on with my special diet. Six months passed, then a year . . . then another year. Overall, I lost weight and felt better, but the fibroids didn’t go away. 

About 2 years into the special diet, I woke up one morning to find a huge lump in my lower abdomen – in the exact same place that the two other super large fibroids had been. Over that 2-year period, there were times that I could feel the fibroids – particularly on the lower left side of my abdomen, but I could bear them. I suffered through several rough periods, but they hadn’t bothered me to the point of me feeling that I needed to pull the trigger on an extreme solution. 

As I layed in bed and looked toward my stomach, I saw what, to me, was the fibroid version of Mt. Everest. I couldn’t believe it. I had been working so hard to eat properly and was diligently going to the doctor to get my hormones checked and adjusted. But that morning confirmed for me that my solution wasn’t in the food. Frankly, I was fed up and pissed the fuck off. At that point, I concluded that I had tried. I had truly given a solid effort to see if there was more that I could do – naturally – to try to reduce the presence of and effects of the fibroids.

That next month, I had another procedure to help reduce the size of the fibroids. I didn’t want to do another major surgery, so I opted against a hysterectomy. Instead, I had a uterine fibroid embolization. It was much less invasive. After one of these procedures, though a woman can still get pregnant, it isn’t recommended. 

Last month made 3 years on this special diet. I was supposed to have taken the food sensitivity test again after the 6 month mark. I couldn’t bring myself to spend the money again. Yet, I wasn’t quite ready to eat a slice of pizza. Or regular, non-gluten-free bread. I figured that I had come so far and done so well over these years. My weight was where I wanted it and, aside from the fibroids, I felt pretty good. So, why stop?

The Frustrating Part

A restricted diet and restricted budget don’t go well together. 

While on this debt free journey, my relationship with food has become one with very little love and a whole lot of hate.  Once I got serious about finances, my diet of salmon, scallops, crab and shrimp was much too expensive. It wouldn’t work. I wasn’t willing to continue to spend the money that I had been spending. The dining out was cut and the grocery budget (even though there really wasn’t a “budget” because I bought whatever I wanted from the grocery store) was slashed. Super slashed. 


A restricted diet and restricted budget don’t go well together. 

~ Single Girl

It’s been a challenge for me over the last few months. Seriously. And I’m still trying to figure out how to make my diet work while on this journey. There’s the financial side and the health side to consider. I’ve been incorporating other foods that I hadn’t been eating previously. The only non-red meat protein option that isn’t chicken (highly reactive food for me) or seafood (too expensive) that I’ve been consuming is turkey (mildly reactive for me). But, I’m not so sure that I should be eating as much of that as I do, either. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are a staple in a common debt-free diet, but gluten- free bread is much more expensive than regular bread.  Ramen noodles (which I actually like) could be a cheap snack or meal, but . . . they are made with wheat. So, that’s not an option for me. 

What’s even more frustrating is that the benefits that I got  from having such a restricted diet aren’t as apparent as they once were. My body is not responding  to the diet like it did before. My weight has gone up gradually over the last few months. I’ve got to figure out what to do to get it back down to where I like it – again, without blowing my budget. It’s one thing to be broke. I really don’t want to be broke and fat (yes, I said it). 

I’m also at the point where I’m wondering if I even need to continue on the diet at all.  It’s been 3 years now, which is way longer than the 6 months the doctor said I needed to give my body time to reset. I could probably easily get some answers by just taking the food sensitivity test again. But, I don’t want to spend several hundreds of dollars on it right now.  Instead, I’ve started to read a book called The Plan: Eliminate the Surprising “Healthy” Foods That Are Making You Fat — and Lose Weight Fast. In the book, author Lyn-Genet Recitas outlines a way to test your reactivity to food on your own. I intend to take the time and steps to do my own testing to see if I can get a grip on what I should be eating to feel as good as possible and keep my weight in check as well.  We’ll see what happens.

Filed Under: Health, Lifestyle Tagged With: Diet, Fibroids, Food, Groceries

Fibroids, Food and Frustration – Part 1

November 6, 2019 by tanya

Audio version of this post, read by the author.

I promised in a previous post (see Thou Shalt Cook – A Debt-Free Commandment) that I’d provide more details on the nature of my diet and why I eat the way I do. Let me start by giving some background.

Attack of the Demon Fibroids

When I was about 29 years old, I was told that I had abnormal growths on my internal lady parts. With her finger in my vagina, my gynecologist asked me rather casually, “Anyone ever told you that you have fibroids?”

Ahhhh . . . nooooo. 

Uterine fibroids are smooth muscle tumors – usually benign, non-cancerous – that grow in a woman’s uterus. They can grow in the lining of the uterus or be attached to the uterus by way of a stalk or stem. They can be small, like a pebble, or grow to the size of a grapefruit. Depending on their size and location, they can change the size, shape and position of the uterus. In extreme cases – medically described as a “giant” fibroid – a fibroid can be the size of a pumpkin and weigh over 25 pounds. 

According to Our Bodies, Ourselves 2011, “about 30 percent of women get fibroids by age 35 and almost 80 percent of women will have fibroids by age 50.” Though most women will eventually have them, they are often non-problematic. To the extent that the fibroids don’t impact one’s menstruation, romantic life or quality of life, they’re pretty much a non-issue. For others, fibroids can cause heavy bleeding, pain during intercourse, and infertility. 

I first heard about fibroids when I was 10 years old. I remember my mother telling me that she was diagnosed, while she was pregnant with my little brother. She didn’t do anything about hers. They didn’t give her any trouble. 

I opted to not do anything about mine, either. As far as I could tell, they weren’t bothering me. Though I had always had terrible periods, I thought that’s just how my body was. As a teenager, I’d be paralyzed by menstrual cramps (yes, actually paralyzed in my seat, unable to move) every month. I also had a very heavy flow. Again, I assumed that this was just how periods went – or, at least, my period. 

In my early 30s, the fibroids became a problem. By this time, intercourse started becoming noticeably more uncomfortable. Sometimes, it was flat out painful.  Eventually, I could actually feel the tumors in my lower abdomen. On my left side, just above my bikini line, when I touched my stomach, I could feel a hard bump – a little hill in my belly. When looking at a profile of my body in the mirror, I could also see where my lower stomach protruded. It seemed that I had one particularly out of control fibroid. And it continued to grow. 

When I was 32, the fibroids started affecting my bladder. I was waking up often during the night because my bladder simply couldn’t hold much. The fibroids had gotten so big that they were pressing on my bladder, decreasing the amount of space I had in there to contain my urine. At this point, these damned things were not only affecting my sex life, but also just my general quality of life. I couldn’t get a restful night’s sleep and I was spending too much time going to the bathroom. By this time, according to my doctor’s assessment of my ultrasounds results, my biggest fibroid was the size of a grapefruit. I’m not a big woman. I’m only 5 feet tall. At the time, I probably weighed 127 pounds. So a fruit-sized protrusion from my abdomen is noticeable. 

In 2010, I opted to have an operation – a myomectomy. It is a major surgery in which the fibroids are cut out of the uterus, while keeping the uterus as intact as possible. A great thing about the surgery is that it removes the growths; a bad thing about the surgery is that it impacts the integrity of your uterus. Once a woman has a myomectomy, in the majority of instances, her gynecologist will warn her that she should not plan on delivering a baby vaginally after the procedure. The concern is that, with the uterus having been compromised through the surgery (and being cut in a number of places), the risk of her uterus rupturing during labor is greater than if the uterus had never been cut. 

WARNING: MEDICALLY GRAPHIC IMAGES FOLLOW IN THIS POST

Generally, a woman at my age (32 at the time) who wants to have children should have a myomectomy with the aim of getting pregnant shortly after healing from the procedure. Though I had a boyfriend at the time, he was just a boyfriend – not a husband – so I had no pregnancy plans in mind. 

What mattered most to me was my quality of life. I was tired of not being able to sleep through the night. I was tired of the extraordinary bleeding. From a vanity perspective, I was irritated that I had a pooch tummy, even though I was in good shape. 

The fibroids that were removed during my 1st surgery in 2009. The measure on the left is in centimeters. The big one is 7×9 centimeters.

These Demon Fibroids Won’t Go Away!

About 4 years after my first myomectomy, I woke up one morning and couldn’t urinate. It was physically impossible for me. I began to panic. I was used to, at some points during the month, having to press a little on my lower abdomen to ensure that my bladder was empty. Eventually, that morning, I was finally able to use the restroom, but I knew that something was amiss. 

I went to see a urologist and was told that, indeed, something was impacting my bladder function.  The fibroids had returned. Apparently, it’s a very common occurrence. Depending on the woman, the myomectomy can turn out to be a temporary fix, not a permanent one.  I didn’t realize that when I opted for the first surgery. 

My periods got progressively worse. Over time, a big fibroid, in the same location as the previous mammoth one, was protruding from my stomach, making even the wearing of a seat belt an uncomfortable proposition. I was planning life activities around my period because there was always a risk that I would be bleeding all over the place. I was in constant fear of soiling my clothing or a car seat (which happened more than once; my poor boyfriend at the time was traumatized).

I was also in an extraordinary amount of pain every month. One day, I was working and the pain was so severe, that I literally crawled on the floor in the office to get to the bathroom. Pain medications weren’t working; the blood was excessive, and I was hating my body and my life. A male colleague of mine, who was working with me in the office at the time, was unwilling to let me drive home because I was in no condition to be coherent on the road. 

This led to a second myomectomy – even though I had just had one only a handful of years earlier. 

So, I have the scars of a woman who has had 2 C-sections, even though I’ve never had a baby. 

Fibroids that were removed during my 2nd surgery. I grew several sizeable fibroids in the period of time between my surgeries.

Time for the Big “H”

Things were going well after my 2nd myomectomy . . . until they weren’t. Once again, the fibroids were back – noticeably back. I could see and feel them – again! My gynecologist said that, at this point, we ought to look into a hysterectomy as a next step.

As I sat in his office faced with the suggestion that I, a woman in her late 30s without children, completely eliminate the possibility of ever carrying a child, I wasn’t really open to his suggestion. Before I went to his office, I expected him to encourage a hysterectomy as a next move, but I wasn’t sure that I was ready to embrace it. Obviously, we needed a non-myomectomy solution because I had already had 2 of those surgeries for the same issue in a period of less than 5 years. It would be ridiculous to think that I could just keep having surgeries periodically to remedy the issue. So, here I was again, with a uterus full of these fucking demon fibroids trying to figure out what step to take.  “You have a uterus that loves fibroids,” my gynecologist said. Apparently, I do. 

I didn’t cry  when I heard him mention the “H” word. Though I, intellectually, could fathom the idea that I might eventually have to have a hysterectomy, I wasn’t willing to tear out my uterus quite yet. Before taking that step, I wanted to be sure that I had done everything I could possibly do to fix the problem. Yes, I had already taken extreme measures by having 2 major surgeries, but, was there something else I could do? Anything? In response to my doctor’s recommendation, I was thinking, “Eh, I hear you, but I’m not quite ready to do that.” 

[To be continued . . .]

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Let Us Celebrate!

October 31, 2019 by tanya

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We’ve come to the end of the month – and what a month it was. I paid off 5 debt obligations, including the top 3 listed on my September Tsunami Situation Report. I also paid off both of my Federal and State tax obligations for 2018 ($3,238 to the Feds and $2,819 to the State). See The Tsunami Situation – Tax Edition for details.

What I’ve read and heard from other people in the debt free community is that celebrating one’s wins along the journey is essential. 

I’ve never been much of a celebrator. I operate more like this: I did it. It’s done. I’m moving on. I’ve been that way since I can remember. Even for my college graduation, I couldn’t be bothered to fully participate. There were two graduation ceremonies – one for my particular school of the university and another for the university, as a whole. As far as I know, most of my classmates attended both of the graduations. Once I got my degree in the first ceremony, I told my family that we were clear to go. 

I’ve been the same way about my accomplishments since then. The professional licenses earned, the deals closed, and the jobs acquired often go unacclaimed.  Once the goal has been reached, I don’t spend much time appreciating or basking in what I’ve done. 

So the pay-off of a debt – especially a relatively little debt – isn’t something that I would have previously deemed to be celebration-worthy. It’s just not my style. 

Howeva . . . this is a new day and I’m on a new journey. I’m willing to do whatever I need to do to stay on my path. My road to debt freedom is not likely to be a short one and, with that being the case, I will do what those who have succeeded in this have done to keep themselves motivated to continue. 

Members of the debt-free community identify the celebration as a way of formally acknowledging the accomplishment of getting one step closer to the ultimate goal of debt freedom. It’s an opportunity to appreciate the choices and sacrifices that were made in order to crush that particular debt.  Taking the time and energy to appreciate what you’ve done helps encourage one to continue onward and not give up. I can dig that. I really can.

That said, I’m officially converting to celebratorianism, that is, the practice of engaging in merriment and appreciation to commemorate a job well done.  I’ve established a model for my festivities. After all, there will be 15 of them by the time I get to the end of my journey. I don’t want to be all willy nilly with my celebrations, lest I get out of hand in the name of rejoicing. Willy nilly freestyling is what got me into this mess in the first place. 

For each debt paid, I will allow myself to celebrate by spending an amount of money equal to 1% of the outstanding balance of that debt as of July, 2019. The significance of the July, 2019 date is that that’s the month during which I got very serious about my commitment to pay off debt. The use of a percentage works well because it will allow for larger celebrations as I move along my list of debts. In other words, the celebrations will be commensurate with the debts paid. 

I’m officially converting to celebratorianism.

~ Single Girl

For example, for the payoff of my 2015 IRS bill, I’ll be able to buy something or engage in some kind of activity that costs up to $17; for the pay off of my second student loan, I’ll allow myself up to $868. 

You’ll find my Milestones and Rewards schedule below.

A word about the octopus: you’ll notice that one of my first rewards for the debts I paid off in October is the octopus app. I’m not referring to an app for a mobile device. I’m talking about the best octopus appetizer in all the land! I’m so excited! One of my favorite restaurants serves this Mediterranean-style octopus and I’ve been in love with it since I first had it. To celebrate what I did this month, I plan to get an octopus appetizer (maybe 2), along with this gin and hibiscus martini-style drink that that serve (which is also one of my faves). I haven’t been to this restaurant in several months and the last time I went, I didn’t pay for it. The time before that, I didn’t pay for it, either. So, this will be the first time in a while that I have gotten myself my lovely octopus appetizer. I’m so looking forward to it. I’m also fired up about going to the movies, eating popcorn and having a half blue raspberry, half cherry slushie. 

When you’re making sacrifices and actually being intentional with your money, these “little” things are delightfully exciting. 

How do you celebrate when you pay off a debt?

Filed Under: Good News!, Lifestyle, Low Budget Ballin' Tagged With: Celebrations, Celebratorianism, Debt Payoff

Ikigai – A Reason for Being

October 20, 2019 by tanya

I recently learned about the Japanese concept of Ikigai. It means “a reason for being.” 

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I learned about this from a very accomplished woman who was doing an interview-style talk with a long-time friend of hers, another very consummate woman. 

The focus of their discussion revolved around what women need to do to not just be invited “to the table,” but to actually set the table – that table being the platform of conversation and subsequent action that addresses issues pertinent to the inclusion and advancement of women. 

A key takeaway from the conversation was that there are, of course, a number of “tables.” At each should sit those who are relevant and who can be helpful in effecting change – change in relation to that particular table. In order to properly set such a table, one would need to be connected to their Ikigai. 

Ikigai: the source of value in one’s life or the things that make one’s life worthwhile.

~ Noriyuki Nakanishi, ‘Ikigai’ in older Japanese people, Osaka University Medical School

I used to get irritated with myself because I didn’t feel particularly committed to any table. What kind of terrible person am I?, I’d think to myself.  What is my “thing”? I don’t have a thing. Other people say that they “live for” X or that something like music, for example, is their heart and soul. What’s mine? What’s my heart and soul? What’s my cause? 

There were causes that I found to be good, well-intended, or somewhat interesting. But I didn’t feel ikigai-style connected to anything. 

Frankly, I don’t care about every cause. Certain things just don’t pull at my heartstrings and I’m not going to pretend that they do because it looks or sounds good. I can acknowledge the value of a range of causes, but I can’t say that I find them all to be productive enough for me to want to allocate any of my time or talents in pursuing them. There are all kinds of people in the world and if we all cared about the same things, there’s a lot that wouldn’t get done – a lot of groups that wouldn’t get attention and a lot of actions (whether small or large) that would go untaken. 

I realize that it’s not that I don’t have a cause or don’t care about other people.  I do have a couple of Ikigai causes that matter to me. I do care about certain things. I care about people realizing their dreams and helping them do that. The demonstration of excellence and seeing someone manifest the fruits of their sacrifice are things that make me cry – literally. Hearing the story of someone who worked . . . and worked . . . and worked in order to see their desired result is something that I truly admire and will gladly support. 

I once heard Oprah say that she likes helping people “who want it.” She doesn’t spend time trying to get people to have a dream or a desire. For those who already have a dream or desire, she likes to help them bring it to fruition. I’m the same way (at my very non-Oprah level). I can’t want it more than you do. But, if you do want it, and I am able to help or inspire you in getting it, then that’s what I’m happy to do. 

My desire is to one day be able to educate and empower people in ways that truly alter their lives. That’s why I am such an advocate for entrepreneurship. I’ve seen how entrepreneurship can help to level a playing field. I come from an immigrant family and business ownership has been very empowering for not just my parents, but many other members of my family and for friends of the family. 

I care about women’s reproductive health, too, because I’ve struggled for years with demon fibroids that have attacked my uterus. I’m always happy to share with others the decisions I’ve made around the treatment of these alien tumors – the money I’ve spent, the procedures I’ve had, and my thoughts around what I would do differently. If I had more time, I’d create a blog, book, series of videos or something just sharing with other women my experience and the knowledge that I’ve gained. 

I also have a heart for felons, though I’m not a felon, nor is anyone who is close to me. I feel for felons (of course, not all, but some) because one decision, or a series of decisions, has paralyzed them for the rest of their lives. It seems that many of them, once out of prison, are struggling to provide for themselves and their families. A felon is disqualified from obtaining certain kinds of professional licenses. Many companies don’t want to hire them, either. They apply for job after job, only to find that their one decision (perhaps the sale of just a little too much weed years ago) cripples their ability to provide. That failure to adequately provide for themselves and their families often leads to decreased self-esteem and the poor decisions that can be attached to that state of being. 

I believe that many, if not most, societal issues are fundamentally linked to a lack of economic wherewithal. Again, entrepreneurship is a way to level the playing field where many people can’t even get into the game. Fighting for low-wage jobs (the kind of jobs that are available to felons) isn’t a good long-term strategy, in my opinion. I’d love to be able to help felons become self-employed and/or own actual business enterprises. I’d do this by assisting them in getting into skilled tradespersons programs and in forming and developing businesses of their own. My legal, business and real estate background would be a valuable resource in that regard. 

Alas, there are only so many hours in a day. 

This debt shit has pervasive consequences.

~ Single Girl

This debt shit has pervasive consequences. It affects a range of life decisions – particularly how one spends their time and money. When your time is limited, there’s only so much of it that can be given away. The same is true when it comes to disposable income. 

Contrary to what I used to say to myself, it’s not that I’m some careless person who has no real fire or interest in anything or anyone. I’m just so consumed by the hole I’m in that I’m not being as generous a person as I’d truly like to be. I can’t work my butt off, take care of myself physically and mentally, maintain relationships, delve deeply into a cause and, somehow, not have some kind of nervous breakdown. I don’t really see how that would work. So some things just won’t get much attention for a while.  I need to get out of this debt so that I can get more into my Ikigai. 

What is your ikigai? What keeps you from pursuing it . . . or pursuing it more? Is it extreme debt? A romantic relationship that is sucking the life out of you? A job that takes up all of your time, but doesn’t align at all with what you want to do with your life? Do you keep saying “yes” to things that aren’t that important to you, while rejecting the things that truly matter?

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7 Smart Ways Single Debt Slayers Can Socialize

October 11, 2019 by tanya

I’ve listened to The Dave Ramsey Show for many years. Though, I didn’t do what he teaches back then, I still liked hearing the financial stories and circumstances of others. I struggled with how to reconcile Dave’s “you can have no lifestyle until you get out of debt” position with the fact that I was neither married nor cohabitating with someone else. 


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Dave Ramsey just doesn’t understand. For single people, it’s just different.

~ Single Girl

“Cut your lifestyle to ZERO,” Dave says, “All you’ll do is work. You can’t do nuthin’! You won’t even see the inside of a restaurant unless you’re working there.” I didn’t think that I could do nothing and go nowhere without ending up single for the fiftyleven years it would take for me to get out of debt. Of course, I was aware that I was in debt and that not being in debt would be ideal, but if I did nothing but work and stay in my condo, what would my life look like at the end of the journey? Dave had Sharon during his climb out of financial purgatory and many of the people on his show also have in-house companions. I don’t. 

(By the way, until I’m married, I’m still single. Even when I’m in an amazing relationship, until rings are on fingers and vows are exchanged, I . . . am . . .  single.) 

This mindset kept me from believing that I could ever fully commit to a hard-core debt elimination strategy unless I was willing to be a complete recluse. Dave just doesn’t understand, I reasoned. For single people, it’s just different. 

When the need for something becomes imperative, you are forced to find ways of getting or achieving it.

~ Oxford Dictionary, defining the proverb “necessity is the mother of invention.”

Since I am now deeper in debt that I have ever been before, I’m faced with the necessity to figure out how to reconcile the demands of single dating life with my goal of getting out of extreme debt. Being a single debt slayer, I (1) don’t have a ready-made companion and (2)  need a social life that is very low-cost. I have no choice but to figure out how to do this. I realize that, in thinking that I either needed to continue as I was or spend all of my time working and at home, I was being too closed-minded and not creative enough. Those days are over. Now I think more strategically about this. I’m committed to having some semblance of a social life while getting out of my tsunami situation. Below are the ideas I’ve been exploring and some suggestions I’d like to share.

(1) Volunteer

We debt slayers are getting our hustle on, so we work. We work a lot. That doesn’t mean that we can’t designate some time to give of our talents for the greater good. If there is a group of people that you’d like to be around, consider volunteering to work for their organization. 

Find a way to give and be around other people you like.

If you like theater, for example, there are theaters that allow people to volunteer as ushers. There are foundations, companies, civic and professional organizations that hold events in your city. Their large-scale events, in particular, require a huge number of staff and volunteer support. If you’d like to attend the event and be around those who are there, consider donating some of your time.  Yes, you’ll, technically, be “working” but you’ll also meet a bunch of people and you’ll get the chance to see the show you want to see. 

Ladies, male-oriented organizations have events (e.g., golf tournaments, fundraisers, scholarship programs). If you have a desire to be around well-heeled men who care about their community, but you don’t want to pay the cost of their high-priced event tickets, volunteer to work at an event. 

When I was in college, I heard Sister Souljah on the radio saying that she had been tasked by P. Diddy (known as Puff Daddy at the time) to run his non-profit organization, Daddy’s House Social Programs. After hearing the interview, I reached out and asked if she needed any help. I soon became a volunteer for Diddy’s non-profit. Later, because Sister Souljah also ran a summer camp for kids sponsored by Lauryn Hill of the Fugees, I became a camp counselor for that. And that was a very well-paying gig! Here, my volunteer effort turned into cash.  

SIDE NOTE: If you’re wondering, yes, I did see Diddy. I didn’t formally meet him, but he came into the kitchen at one of the holiday functions – a Thanksgiving event to feed the homeless and hungry. He paraded through the very hot kitchen with a whole, entire, complete, comprehensive full-length fur coat ensemble – coat and hat to match. My friend, who was also volunteering, and I looked at each other confused. Who goes strollin’ around a blazin’ hot industrial kitchen in a fur coat and hat?! I think Diddy is smart and savvy, don’t get me wrong. The music he created is much of the soundtrack of some very cherished years of my life. But, my friend and I laughed about his fur coat parade for years. When writing this post, I reached out to her to confirm that my recollection of the facts was correct.  

“Did Diddy rock a fur hat with his coat that time he came up in the kitchen?” I asked. 

“Yes! His mama had one too!” 

Did Diddy rock a fur hat with his coat that time he came up in the kitchen?

~ Single Girl

Rappers Ma$e, Lil’ Cease and the late Notorious B.I.G. were among the artists who appeared that day at the event. I thought Ma$e was such a cutie pie; I made sure to put a little extra turkey and gravy on his plate when I served him. 

(2) Side Hustle, Strategically

Instead of delivering pizzas or Uber eats, consider doing a side hustle in an environment in which you’d actually like to be. I’ve been a server in the past.  I have no desire to do that again as a side hustle (and, frankly, low-paying law-related hustles pay better and offer better hours), but if I needed to do a service-related kind of hustle like that right now, I’d be very strategic about it. I wouldn’t serve at just any restaurant that would give me a job. I’d serve at a high-end restaurant where (1) the managers and owners would likely value my professionalism and customer service and (2) where the higher meal tickets would likely yield higher tips. 

Likewise, I wouldn’t be a valet at just any restaurant. I’d valet at a high-end night club, a hotel or even a night club (i.e., places where people are likely to want me to be delicate with their expensive car or, in the case of the hotel, might be there on someone else’s dime for business and will be more free with the tips). 

Do you like sports and concerts? Wanna be in the middle of the action? Consider getting an evening and weekend gig at a local arena. If you’ve ever been to a professional sporting event, you see a slew of people around the field and court. Those people are getting an amazing view of the game and the players, while getting paid. They’re also getting the chance to rub shoulders with the people who have paid to be in those expensive seats.

Being strategic in your choice of side hustles can not only get you paid, but also get you exposed to some cool people.

(3) Get Your Worship On

In other words, go to church, a synagogue or some other place that people go to be spiritually fed. It’s free. Plus, it’s designed for attendees to actually get something out of it. I’m not saying that you’ll, necessarily, get something out of it, but . . . you’re supposed to. In any case, depending on the size of the worship center you attend, there will be a slew of people there. 

If I was a man, looking for a woman, I’d be all up in the church. There are so many single women in churches! 

Ok. Clearly, this image comes from the annual Men’s Conference. But, I think you get the point.

Though I do tithe, I don’t actually go into the church to do it. I want God in my life, and take the active step of tithing to demonstrate that I want Him to be a part of my financial life. I’m still in the process of coaxing myself back to church attendance. I used to attend religiously, but stopped going consistently about 6 years ago. I will go back to church . . . I will go back to church, I say to myself. I just haven’t showed up yet.

(4) Get Healthy and Fit

One could argue that a person should be in better shape when on a debt-free journey. Of course, most of a debt slayer’s time should be spent working a main hustle and side hustles. While in a scaled-back lifestyle, there are a lot of things that a debt slayer probably doesn’t have in the budget – the kinds of things that tend to make people gain weight. Processed foods, alcohol, restaurant meals, going out for expensive drinks and meals probably shouldn’t be very prevalent in the budget. Theoretically, a debt slayer should be eating pretty healthily because he or she is cooking their own meals.  

By not going out as much, that leaves the debt slayer with time to exercise. For debt slayers who live in large apartment or condo complexes, a workout center probably can be found in the complex. For those who don’t have that luxury, and have maintained a gym membership, now would be a great time to wear the heck out of that membership. Though some people are extremely focused and intense while working out, some others are a little more friendly and open. You might find someone willing to being an accountability/workout partner. Or, since they are interested in being fit, they might prefer to just go for a walk, instead of going out for drinks. 

For those of us (like me) who don’t have a workout room or gym membership, this is a good time to do more jogging and engage in other physical activity. In fact, I met a guy I used to date while walking around the park that is near my condo. 

I play tennis and have done so for several years now. I play on 3 teams throughout the year – two women’s teams and one mixed doubles team. The teams have alternating seasons, with a little bit of overlap. As of late, I’ve also decided to start playing “flex” tennis, which allows individuals around the city to play one another based on their own schedules. Unlike team play – where practices and matches are on specific days and at specific times, flex play gives you several days and weeks on which matches can be scheduled. 

Physical activity offers social and health benefits.

Playing team or flex tennis isn’t free. But it is a great way to combine physical activity with the social aspect that comes with team play, without paying the cost of a monthly gym membership. When playing flex, I get the chance to meet different women throughout the city. To play on my women’s teams, I pay $70 to $100 per season in dues. I usually play 3 seasons per year. The dues for the mixed doubles team is $25 per season. I may play 1 to 2 seasons per year. A flex season registration is either $25 or $35. I’ve only recently started playing flex again and have only played 1 season in the last several years. 

I’m in the process of determining what my debt free journey fitness solution will be in the upcoming months and in 2020.  As I write, I realize that I may need to make a cut or two on my paid-for play and find a tennis meet-up that doesn’t cost any money. When I moved back to my condo late last year, I got a gym membership because I no longer had the benefit of the fancy gym that I had at my apartment. But, when I got super serious about my debt free journey around the middle part of the year, I terminated my membership. I figured that I would have to first prove to myself a renewed commitment to my fitness before I’d be willing to spend any more money on a gym membership that I wasn’t really using. That would mean that I’d need to consistently work out, using the resources I already had. I could get on a running regimen. I could do squats and lunges in my parking lot. I could use the small set of free weights that I already have. I’d have to do something and be very consistent about it. Not until after, over a period of months, I was back to being consistent, would I even consider any form of monthly or repeated payment for fitness-related services.

(5) Maximize Existing Social Networks

Do you know how many people I’m linked to on LinkedIn that I haven’t bothered to get to know? If I don’t go to a networking event for the next 5 years, I could still build amazing relationships with the people to whom I’m already connected. Just this week, I had a “let me get to know you” call with a LinkedIn connection who thought that we’d benefit from getting to learn more about what each of us does professionally. There are a number of talented and interesting people – with whom I already have a connection of sorts – that I could call, email or try to get to know. I’m sure you have a bunch of those people, too.

(6) Take Full Advantage of Memberships

This suggestion piggybacks on the last one. If you already have a membership to any kind of group or club, use your debt free journey as a chance to actually engage with the people who are part of the group. This includes social groups, professional associations, civic groups, and religious groups. If the organization has a monthly membership meeting, one way to be social and meet people would be to actual show up to the meeting. Since you’ve already paid your membership fee, your entry to the meeting is probably included in the membership. 

If you aren’t already a member of any organizations, there are groups you can easily join through platforms like MeetUp.com. That site contains groups for any kind of affinity that tickles your fancy. Like cats? There’s probably a cat group. Like books? There are a ton of book clubs. Like Star Wars, Comicon and that kind of stuff? There are groups for that, too. There are even groups for those who want to live debt free! To join these groups is at a minimal or very low cost.

Get out and meet some people for free!

My law firm is housed in a local business club/co-working space. The space offers a range of programming – many of which is free for members to attend. Some of the programming includes entrepreneurship panels, happy hours, tax preparation seminars and dance parties. To the extent that I want to meet new people or get some interesting content, the club provides a number of opportunities. Since my company is paying for it (and it is much cheaper than traditional office space), I should take full advantage of it. Perhaps your company (even if you don’t own the company) provides similar opportunities of which you are not taking full advantage.

(7) Expose Yourself While Working

Use your work time as an opportunity to be out and be seen. Many of us these days are peddling information and services that don’t require us to be in any particular place while doing our work. For example, if one of your side hustles is freelancing on Upwork or building a Shopify store, you’re in the position to work from anywhere that has good wifi. Is there a sexy coffee shop around that also sells beer and wine? Or, is there a place that has tables, but also a loungey kind of feel? What I’m getting at here is the possibility of finding a place that you like, that fits your personality and is low-cost or no cost. Starbucks isn’t the only game in town. Is there a place that’s got a cool vibe that resonates with you and the kind of people with whom you’d like to socialize? What about a park or one of these new restaurant incubators that have food court-like central areas?

I know that some in the debt free community advocate going to the library. This debt slayer does not so advocate. My approach to the library is to check out the materials I want and get up out of there. I say this because, in a major city like mine, the library is a place where vagrants and homeless people post up for hours on end. The last time I was in a library, a man watched me intently, until he gathered the courage to talk to me. He chatted with me about how much he liked the library and the topics that he liked to study. He was notably articulate and clearly took his studies seriously. This was obvious when he said something along the lines of,  “See? We indigent people aren’t that bad.” Then he proceeded to ask me for my number so that he could take me to out some time. 

Indigent? Indigent?!

Indigent [in-di-juhnt]: lacking food, clothing and other necessities of life because of poverty; needy; poor; impoverished.

~ Dictionary.com

I was pleasant and respectful to the guy with whatever reason I gave him for why I wouldn’t give him my number. I’d be lying if I said that various thoughts weren’t going through my mind. What?! Do I strike you as a woman who would be interested in being romantically linked to an indigent? What am I wearing? Jesus Christ, my vibration must be low. I need to meditate. 

I empathise with those who are impoverished, and my aim in getting myself financially free is to be able to do more to help those who are in need. With my financial situation, I’m about one bad month from being indigent my damn self. But do I want to date a destitute dude, though? No, sir! Not even a little bit. Note that this library was in that fancy, high-end neighborhood in which I lived last year. So, this happened in the library behind the building of my $1,850 per month, 1 bedroom apartment. Another time I was at a library in the suburbs and a random woman tried to open my passenger side door, while I was sitting in the car! Needless to say, I’m not about that library life. 

Long story short: your debt free journey might be a great opportunity to explore different parts of your city and uncover the hidden gems that are right under your nose.

Look. Full Disclosure. In this post, I’ve written about things that I need to work on myself. As I continue to get accustomed to my debt-free journey non-lifestyle, there are adjustments that I need to make. I need to build new habits and new routines that keep me from being on the Howard Hughes solitude program, while not breaking the budget. Plus, maximizing my exposure may help me manifest Mr. Vortexy Next Dude (see The Manscape). I’m still working through how to balance my high-intensity work life with some time for self-care, fitness and social connections. My focus, above all,  is in getting out of debt. That process involves the reduction of expenses (which can only be cut so far) and the increase of income. But, as I’ve stated before, I don’t want to get to the end of this journey with no debt, AND no friends and no man. There needs to be some strategy involved with this – for the sake of both time and money. 

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The Tsunami Situation – September 2019 Debt Report

October 3, 2019 by tanya

Each month, I record the balances on my debt obligations. Beginning this month, I’ll start sharing my debt balances here. The amounts shown reflect the balance as of the end of the previous month. See below for the figures as of September, 2019. 

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If I include the debt owed to Mom, August’s debt total was $330,477.49. The difference between August and September’s debt total is $1,943.67. For someone facing the extreme amount of debt that I am, a reduction of just under $2,000 each month isn’t significant. At this rate, I’ll be in debt for the next 14 years (literally, it’s 169 months!). This is not acceptable to me at all. I intend to make quantum leaps in my debt repayment. Stay tuned. 

My focus right now is in developing the habits that will ensure my long-term financial health. These habits include: (1) budgeting, (2) expense tracking, and, of course (3) a more austere lifestyle. I’ve cut a lot of luxuries over the last several months. Cable was cut in 2018. I haven’t gotten a mani-pedi since last year. I no longer have a gym membership. I don’t pay for car washes (I can get it washed at the dealership for free). I decreased my grocery budget to not exceed $120 per month (i.e., no more than $30 per week). Eating out and consuming pre-prepared foods has been significantly reduced (I do eat out on dates or when I have a business meeting). I don’t go to nearly as many events as I used to in the past.  I haven’t bought any clothing or accessories in several months. Though I can’t say that I don’t ever get some fries off the $1 menu, that I won’t reinstate my gym membership, or that I won’t buy any clothing again until I’m debt free, I have definitely made significant cuts in lifestyle. 

Additionally, I’m focused on increasing my income. According to my budget for October, I should be able to pay off much more than $2,000. 

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