The Sunday Best (4/30/2017)
The Sunday Best is a collection of articles I’ve curated for your reading pleasure.
Presenting, this week’s Sunday Best:
I love a good compilation post, particularly when it includes me. This one, created by a college student at Teen Budgeting (start ’em young!) also includes 13 additional awesome authors, most of whom have been featured in The Sunday Best before. Finance Bloggers: What They Wish They Knew in College.
Vagabond MD holds $500,000 in cash equivalents, which can seem irrational to an investor like me. Logic doesn’t always make us happy though, as pointed out with some hardcore math by Michael Kitces at Nerd’s Eye View. Buying Happiness And Life Satisfaction With Greater Cash-On-Hand Reserves.
Residency programs across the nation will be graduating a new class of physcians in two short months! A few blog posts on where to start with personal finance got my attention recently. The White Coat Investor wrote The Bare Minimum and Chad Chubb of Wealthkeel has some tips in I Am an Attending Physician, Now What? Finally, Some Random Guy Online shared New Attending Physician Baby Steps.
As a physician who loves travel, it’s fun to discover a physician who blogs about travel! Sightsee MD shared his trip and his pictures from a Family New Years in Ireland.
Are you looking for more fuel for your FIRE? Michael @ Financially Alert listed 10 Provocative Early Retirement & FIRE Blogs You MUST Read. Spoiler Alert: this one’s on there. For even more physician and personal finance blogs, check out my blogroll.
Miss Bonnie MD wrapped up a 4 part series on Financial Advisors (parts 1, 2, & 3) by sharing her selection, how she found her, and included an extensive e-mail interview with the prospect. How To Find And Vett A Financial Advisor.
Scott Trench of Bigger Pockets shared the nickel version of his new book, Set For Life, in a guest post with Coach Carson. The Financial Runway — A Three-Step Bluepring for Early Financial Freedom.
I’ve been wrestling with a couple issues this week, and my mind keeps circling back to… well, wrestling.
I wrestled off and on as a youngster. I retired early from the sport a couple times only to be drawn back to the mat for a variety of reasons including how tough I looked in a singlet. Actually, the fact that my sixth grade homeroom teacher was the high school wrestling coach played a larger part in my first return after a couple years off.
After three years of being too small to compete at the varsity level, I was finally nearing triple digits in weight as a sophomore. I made varsity by being the best option remaining when our best wrestler at 103 pounds broke his arm, despite the fact that I was 98 pounds soaking wet.
After launching my A squad career with a quick first period pin in what proved to be a close dual meet, it was all downhill from there. I lost the vast majority of my matches and although I enjoyed being a part of the team, I just wasn’t very good at wrestling and I decided I was done at the end of the season.
The following season began and we had a great team, but our 112 pounder was getting pinned a lot. I wasn’t good at wrestling, but, having spent entire periods on my back, I had gotten really good at keeping one shoulder blade off the mat at all times.
I rapidly lost 10% of my body weight and rejoined the team (I had ballooned to 125 as a junior), losing a whole slew of matches on the way to our hometown’s only berth in the state tournament as a team, and without getting pinned a single time. I actually did pin a kid in the regional semi-final, and I can still hear the roar of that crowd whenever I recall that one shining moment.
The season ended unceremoniously as we got clobbered twice as a team, and I was pinned in my last match after telling the team in our huddle that I was tired of “just not getting pinned.” The idea was that I would do something better than not get pinned, not worse. For the record, I still maintain that I wasn’t pinned, and all the lockers I punched after that wrong call deserved it.
Yes, I Have a Point.
Wrestling has been on my mind this week for a couple reasons. We received tragic news the other day. Our 103 pounder from that state tournament team passed away earlier this week at 39. The last time I remember chatting with the gregarious fellow was about ten years ago at a memorial for our 125 pounder, who didn’t make it to 30.
I didn’t need another sobering reminder that life is short and can be taken quickly, but that’s what I got, and my heart goes out to his family. We were a close bunch on that team, which included my older brother and the buddy that I visited in Colorado last week. It’s heartbreaking to know that there’s one fewer of us among the living at such a young age.
While I didn’t exactly love to wrestle or enjoy the performance anxiety, I did take away lessons that have helped me become successful. I learned to keep working when thoroughly exhausted. I learned to recognize my own strengths and weaknesses, and how to try to take advantage of those of my opponent. I also learned how to lose weight.
The other far more trivial wrestling-related thing on my mind is weight. About 18 months ago, I thought I could stand to lose five pounds. I’ve done the opposite; now, I could stand to lose ten pounds.
I once lost about 14 pounds in 14 days, and I was skinny to begin with. I did it with strenuous exercise, eating a lot less than normal, and some it was probably water weight. It was probably far easier to do at 14 as opposed to 41. Nevertheless, I kept the weight off for a few months by maintaining a low calorie diet.
As a physician married to a registered dietitian, I don’t condone crash diets, but the fact is, I know I have the willpower to lose weight by eating less. The last time I felt I could stand to lose ten pounds was before our wedding, and I lost more than twenty over the course of three or four months.
That was ten years ago, and I haven’t quite gained back the twenty pounds, but it’s getting a little too close for comfort. As in, some of my jeans don’t fit as comfortably as they once did.
So, I’m going to be eating a bit less, and I’ll try to do it in a way that’s sustainable by making better choices when I’m hungry, laying off the chips and ice cream. I’ll probably even drink less beer.
Why am I telling you? Accountability. Putting goals out there for everyone to read seems to work for others. Here’s to me dropping ten pounds and getting back in shape!
Have a great week!
-Physician on FIRE