If you've read any of my older posts, you know that I've said I'm in it for the clothes. And I am. I really, really want to wear cool clothes.
But there's more now. We've been working on an estate plan. It's an exercise in worst-case what if. The joke is, I have nothing (long story). But I need some life insurance. I had some in a previous life, but I got divorced, and there was no need, and you know the rest.
I got turned down for life insurance a year ago. Why? Height and weight. (It pissed me off, because I went through the physical, and then they turned me down for threshold information they'd already had.)
I decided to try again, though, because my girls need me or they need money. And I found some. It's pricey, but I'm good. Here's the bitch of it: If I weighed 60 pounds less, I'd pay $100/month less.
I'm a good maintainer, but I'm going to lose that 60. I'll drop a few sizes, too, and that will make me happy, clothing-wise. And then I'll get the policy re-written. Maybe this is what I need to be less complacent, to hit the gym early in the morning, even when it's cold.
So I'm in it for the clothes and for the babies.