27th day of purging Stuff from my life

Quote du jour:

Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, to discover what is already there.
- Henry Miller, Sexus.

Goal of the month: Thank God I'm almost done with the 30 Days of Purging. Honestly, it feels as if I have spent years on purging stuff. It's only been 27 days, but if feels like a lifetime and a half.

Okay. Whine done now. And don't look at me like that. If you'd spent 40+ years hording stuff, you would be feeling the pain as well. The good news is that I am getting rid of about 80% of the paperwork that I've saved. (Good ole Pareto.) And of the rest, maybe half is going to Goodwill or to the "Dunno" box. Perchance the equation will be Less Stuff = Less Merry.
Done! I have now sorted every friggin' box of paperwork that I've been storing for years. The Find du Jour is that I now know who my godparents were. (Found my baptismal record in a file that my mother had given me.) Mind you, they're both dead now, but still it's good to know. My mother never could remember who they were -- one of the many perils of being the youngest in a large family.

HBBC: 1

Jogging along

Quote du jour: You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe day-light-savings time. - Dave Barry

Study du jour: Obesity is contagious

In the study, the team found that an American adult has a 2 percent chance of becoming obese in any given year, and each obese social contact increases the risk of becoming obese by 0.5 percent per year.

And while having fat friends increases the odds that you will become fat, befriending thin people does not appear to help you lose weight.

"We didn't find having more healthy-weight friends made it more likely to help people lose weight. It fits in with this idea of thinking about it as an infectious disease. You don't really catch healthiness," she said.

Well hell, there's a simple solution. Just don't have friends.


Goal for the month: 30 days of a sort, shred, file or purge fest.
Done! One hour's worth of sorting



Goal for the week: Put nose to pillow by 9 p.m.
Oh crap. It's already quarter to ten. Don't mind me, I'm off to pillow-land e'en as we speak...


Exercise du jour: Walk to/from work, and Week 2 C25k. Jogging didn't seem to do Daniel Craig any harm.
Done! Well, the C25k part, anyway. And it kicked my butt, too. I didn't look nearly as carefree as Mr. Craig there.

Photo courtesy of suanie.

Row, baby, row

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Quote du jour: Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. - C.S. Lewis


Site du jour: You've probably already seen this, but I appreciated this informative and useful procedure on how to put on a sports bra. (Thanks to K D James.)


Goal for the month: 30 days of a sort, shred, file or purge fest.

Goal for the week: Go to bed by 9 p.m.

Exercise du jour: 30 minutes rowing.
Walking to/from work.

Week 1 day 3 of the 200 squat challenge.
5
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Done!


Failed on everything but the squats. Got home and had to spend the next two hours and thirty-seven minutes helping my mother upgrade her anti-virus software. TWO friggin' calls to support. I mean, I've been working in the software industry for over ten years, and I've never had an install that was this badly bungled. Argh!

Now that the results are in...

For those of you who've been doing your bit to make this nation a better place by voting, incidentally that's really cool snoozing, here's a quick recap.

I am failing to the point of flailing on the goal of getting out the door by 7:30 in the a.m. and by that I mean in the early for-Pete's-sake morning.

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Methinks I'm approaching this goal from the wrong angle, i.e. I'm putting the hart before the course cart before the horse, i.e. I'm looking at this wrong.

Logic 101:

1 - I want to get up early
2 - Until I get my thyroid straightened out, I need, and yes I do mean NEED 10 hours or so of the sleeping stuff, not to be confused with the lying away in bed gritting my teeth kind of thing.
3 - To achieve both 1 and 2, I need to get my sorry self to bed by 9 p.m.

This is written on Tuesday night. I'm updating this post at 9:30 in the p.m. I still haven't done my 30 minutes of exercise for the night, so sleepy-time is not going to be in my game plan for another hour or two. Luckily, I'm starting this goal as of Wednesday. Watch this space for a gold star Thursday morning!

Goal for the month: 30 days of a sort, shred, file or purge fest.




Goal for the week: Get out of the house by 7:30 damn it! Getting to bed by 9 p.m.
Not exactly 9 p.m., but I'm getting there.

Exercise du jour: C25k, week 2. Also walking to/from work
Did the C25k. Ran faster than usual; got a good workout.

Not what they usually mean by 'check that guy out'

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Site du jour: $20 to check the man out before you start dating seriously? Is that wise or foolish?


Goal for the month: 30 days of a sort, shred, file or purge fest.
Done. For today. 28 more days to go. Turns out purging involves actual thinking. That's going to slow progress down a bit. Still, it was good. I got into a rhythm, going through boxes and assigning things homes.




Goal for the week: Get out of the house by 7:30 damn it! (Going to conquer this one.)
Fail. Oh, just shoot me now and be done with it. Got to sleep by 1 a.m.

Exercise du jour:
Rowing 30 minutes
Done!



Walk to/from work
Semi-sorta done. I mean, I walked at lunch. Does that count?




Week 1 day 2 of the 200 squat challenge.
Done!
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5

November: always a challenge

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A whole new month! 30 days to have fun! Excitement! Bloggerz gone wild with exclamation points!!!

Something about November seems to inspire 30 day challenges. A lot of people are going in for NaNaWriMo, the challenge to write a novel in a month. Methinks I'll leave that to those more qualified.

I might manage the NaBloPoMo, the challenge to blog for all 30 days of November, but I don't think I'll hold myself to it.

While I enjoyed the 29 days of giving, I think this month I need to make this a month of purging. If I can give things away then so much the better, but I need to focus purely on getting rid of all this stuff that I've got. Cleaning out the garage resulted in a lot of boxes going into the house. (Despite my best efforts, some of the little suckers snuck in.)

So I'm going to make a pledge that every day I am going to sort, shred, file, or purge. Or maybe even all four in one day. Whatever it takes to get it done.

Goal for the month: 30 days of a sort, shred, file or purge fest.
Done! Sorted and purged.



Goal for the week: Get out of the house by 7:30 damn it! (Still working on this one.)
Fail. Need to change the goal to Go To Bed By 9 Damn It. Going to bed after midnight does not produce best results.

Exercise du jour: Walk to work and back, c25k at lunch.
1/2 Done. Points for the C25k, not for the walking. Still (note: feeble excuse ahead) it was an absolute stinker of a day: very windy, rainy, stormy. Yes, I know that's a feeble excuse. At least the C25k got itself done.