new year, old neuroses
Happy belated New Year! I know, I suck. I keep promising to be better about updating this but, well, it just ain't happening. Some good news though: At the end of the month, I'll be rid of the freelance gig that has hobbled me for the past year. I'll miss the money and the fun toys it allowed me to buy -- a new couch, a laptop, a flat-screen TV (purchasing today, as a matter of fact) and a few other do-dads here and there. But my free time is more precious than those things. Although, said free time will be considerably more enjoyable as I watch my stories on a swanky new TV while sprawled out on my comfy couch while checking the Facebook and other frequent Internet destinations on my bitchin' MacBook.
Oh, which totally reminds me of something funny my Mom said over Christmas. As my sisters and cousins discussed the various social networking sites we belong to, my aunt and mother chimed in to show that they were in the know. Sayeth my Ma, "Everyone is on that Spacebook and MyFace these days."
I love my Mom.
In other news, I'm kicking ass and taking names on the Weight Watchers. To date, I've lost 16 pounds. I gained back 1.4 pounds the week after Christmas but I quickly shed it thanks, in part, to Wii Fit. My sister bought it for me for Christmas and I've been religiously body checking and training every day since. And! I've only cursed at it once or twice. Not too shabby.
I've also been really good about cooking more. It doesn't hurt that a kick-ass Trader Joe's opened up a few blocks away from my apartment so I have easy access to affordable, good shit to aid me in my get-healthy task. I stop in a few times a week to get my veggies and the occasional prepared meal. I've been reading labels and measuring out teaspoons and cups of things as opposed to just dumping half a box of pasta into the boiling water. There's something to be said for that whole portion control and planning ahead thing.
I feel great and I look a hell of a lot better. I'm proud of myself. A while back, I took stock of the things I wanted to repair in my life and I've been ticking off the list in a pretty efficient and thorough manner. I got my finances in order and started socking away a healthy amount of money. I'm currently involved in the aforementioned "Operation: Fit into My Ass Pants Once Again," so that's two huge things tackled. Next up in my self-improvement: learn a new skill. In contention: guitar lessons, kickboxing, woodworking, knitting and yoga. I might do all. If not, at least two. We'll see.
The change I'm going through is good stuff. However, some things about me will never change. For example, the fact that I'm a neurotic weirdo. Case in point: I planned to stop at the store on my way home from work yesterday. I pulled together a mental shopping list on the subway. It was a short list -- toilet paper and hand sanitizer. The latter is kept on my desk at work. The former is, well... you know. Anyhoo, upon reviewing the list, it occurred to me that the cashier might think I was going to use those two items immediately and in conjunction. Say, outside in a darkened corner behind the Key Food. I had no intention of copping a squat and then cleaning up with a generous squirt of Purell. But I was concerned that the cashier might think I was. So I deliberately bought another item to preemptively rid her of any notion. That item was a container of Greek yogurt (vanilla).
Make of that what you will.
Oh, which totally reminds me of something funny my Mom said over Christmas. As my sisters and cousins discussed the various social networking sites we belong to, my aunt and mother chimed in to show that they were in the know. Sayeth my Ma, "Everyone is on that Spacebook and MyFace these days."
I love my Mom.
In other news, I'm kicking ass and taking names on the Weight Watchers. To date, I've lost 16 pounds. I gained back 1.4 pounds the week after Christmas but I quickly shed it thanks, in part, to Wii Fit. My sister bought it for me for Christmas and I've been religiously body checking and training every day since. And! I've only cursed at it once or twice. Not too shabby.
I've also been really good about cooking more. It doesn't hurt that a kick-ass Trader Joe's opened up a few blocks away from my apartment so I have easy access to affordable, good shit to aid me in my get-healthy task. I stop in a few times a week to get my veggies and the occasional prepared meal. I've been reading labels and measuring out teaspoons and cups of things as opposed to just dumping half a box of pasta into the boiling water. There's something to be said for that whole portion control and planning ahead thing.
I feel great and I look a hell of a lot better. I'm proud of myself. A while back, I took stock of the things I wanted to repair in my life and I've been ticking off the list in a pretty efficient and thorough manner. I got my finances in order and started socking away a healthy amount of money. I'm currently involved in the aforementioned "Operation: Fit into My Ass Pants Once Again," so that's two huge things tackled. Next up in my self-improvement: learn a new skill. In contention: guitar lessons, kickboxing, woodworking, knitting and yoga. I might do all. If not, at least two. We'll see.
The change I'm going through is good stuff. However, some things about me will never change. For example, the fact that I'm a neurotic weirdo. Case in point: I planned to stop at the store on my way home from work yesterday. I pulled together a mental shopping list on the subway. It was a short list -- toilet paper and hand sanitizer. The latter is kept on my desk at work. The former is, well... you know. Anyhoo, upon reviewing the list, it occurred to me that the cashier might think I was going to use those two items immediately and in conjunction. Say, outside in a darkened corner behind the Key Food. I had no intention of copping a squat and then cleaning up with a generous squirt of Purell. But I was concerned that the cashier might think I was. So I deliberately bought another item to preemptively rid her of any notion. That item was a container of Greek yogurt (vanilla).
Make of that what you will.
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