My Dad would often say, “You guys don’t need all of these lights on. I get up every night and walk through the house in total darkness!” What he didn’t ever fully explain is how he got all of the bruises on his shins from running into coffee tables, foot rests, and dining room chairs.
Starting Credit Card Debt (01.01.19): $126,310.77
Current Credit Card Debt: $109,570.87
Total Paid Off: $16,739.90
Income Going to Savings: 2%
My Dad is a smoker. Growing up he would smoke at least a pack a day, and he would often get nicotine cravings in the middle of the night. So he’d roll out of bed and wander into our living room to have himself a late night puff.
As a young child I had no idea that this was his nightly ritual because I usually slept right through the night. However once I hit my teenage years I began staying up into the wee hours of the mornings, usually playing videogames. Around 1:00am I’d get hungry (after a particularly stressful bought of something like Mike Tyson’s Punchout), and I’d wander out to the kitchen to see what leftovers I could consume. I played a lot of high school sports, and I was a big kid, so I could eat like nobody’s business. When the cravings hit, I ate anything that even partially resembled food.
Tangent: I think there is probably next to zero chance that I have any high school aged kids reading this blog, but if there happens to be, please take my advice when it comes to eating anything you can get your hands on as a teenager: There will come a day when you stop playing sports and if you continue to eat as though you still do, you will pack on the same 100lbs that I did. I’ve since lost it all again, but it was not fun.
I have hope though. I was raised in the 80s and we didn’t give a flying rip about things like preservatives or what exactly went into getting that Big Mac into our hands. However a couple of months back I was at an out-of-town lacrosse tournament with my family, and we had ordered a few pizzas to split with some friends. After eating our fill, we were still left with a couple of pizzas. Not wanting them to go to waste, my wife approached some of the members of one of the high school teams and offered them free pizza. The response she got?Read More »