While I didn't say anything about New Years resolutions on this blog, I have always said I am not a fan. I never make any because I always believe that if you resolve to do something, you should start immediately. Not doing so only increases the likelihood that you never will start it, or that it won't last long when you do.
In a very round-about way and not even by any conscious effort on my part, I ended up starting TWO New Years resolutions. I figured since I was coming clean about inner secrets (TV shows), I might as well come clean about this too.
My first resolution was to get out of debt. One of the bad side effects of my anti-depressants is that it completely shut off my warning sensor about how much money I was spending. As a result, I have racked up more credit card debt than I have ever had in my life, including when I was paying for my wedding! But that little niggling, nagging about not spending money hit the road within weeks of my pills really doing their job. I had been trying, albeit a little more than half-assed, to get the debt down, but then Christmas hit and all resolve went out the window for the month.
A couple of weeks ago, I broke down and told Hubs how much I owed. He was NOT happy. Frankly, neither was I. But that little voice in my head that usually made me sick to my stomach about numbers was still very absent. So I resolved to call my credit card company and tell them my card had been lost. How does that help me? Well, I had my credit card number memorized. So while it wasn't in my wallet for spending physically, the numbers were always in my head for those spur of the moment online or over-the-phone purchases. THOSE were what was really killing me. Stupid Ama.zon!
Yesterday I made my bi-weekly payment and paid as much as I could spare, leaving only the bare minimum in my checking to scrape by until next payday when the process would be repeated. It was at this time I called the credit card company and reported my card missing. The account has been closed, and a new card is on its way. The old card met with the shredder shortly after.
While it will be rather a pain in the ass to call all of the accounts I have that auto-bill to that card, I figure it is punishment for getting myself into this predicament in the first place. But at the same time, it saves me the trouble of calling the places I no longer want to auto bill me to tell them to cancel their services. Now they will bill, get rejected, and that will be that. One of these places is Fert.ibella.
I ordered a free sample of Ferti.bella's product that was offered with my set of free pregnancy tests and OPKs from the Sacre.d He.art Mis.sion at the end of last year. They promised it helped boost fertility by 4X. I figured, what could it hurt to try it? A 30 day sample for free sounded pretty awesome. With that first box came a leaflet saying if I kept receiving their product every month I would be rewarded with free baby U.gg boots (umm, okay, they are UGGly, no thanks), and then with the complete set of Baby Ei.nstein DVDs the next month. With free gifts like that, I kind of wondered how much the medication really cost, since the price tag is not listed ANYWHERE. Not on their website, not on the mailing, nothing.
I did google the product though, and what I found sounded good. Apparently it is either from the same company that makes Chl.omid or they use the same basic chemicals, so it increases ovulation and helps reduce anovulatory cycles. One other thing I found was that it does this without all of the nasty side effects of chl.omid. I figure I'll try the free sample, and if I like it, I'll order more, but at least they can't autobill me right now, especially when I don't know how much the stuff costs!
By God, I WILL be out of debt THIS YEAR!
Stay tuned for resolution #2!