HBBC: What have I gotten into now?

I'm blaming Xenia for this.
What else could you expect from a woman who put the "I" into warrior woman?

Thanks to her, I've signed up for the 3rd annual Holiday Bootie Buster Challenge. To quote the Run to the Finish blog, the rules are thus:

HBBC Rules
1 Point per mile (run/walk/snowshoe)
1 Point per 3 miles biked
1 Point per 20 minutes of weight lifting, Pilates, yoga, stretching or abs
1 Point per 15 minutes of another form of cardio (e.g. kick boxing, aerobics elliptical)
1 Per day where you reach a minimum of 7 servings of fruits and veggies

Challenge will run from Nov 20 to Jan 7

It doesn't say anything about taking points away for stuffing yourself with stuffing, or pie, or any of the other holiday goodies in store for me this season. Probably a good thing. It is possible to take the holidays too far...


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On the plus side, since I had to push off yesterday's run, this means I get to count yesterday's C25K as part of this challenge, which is a good thing.

If you want to join in the fun, go to Run to the Finish and sign up.
We can all blame Xenia for getting us through the holidays with leaner, fitter bodies.

Santa could use a workout...

Exercise du jour:
Week 4 C25k

A gloomy gray Friday deserves a great photo

Yes, I know it's sexist to put up pictures of scantily clad males on this blog.

Even if it's a picture that's incredibly full of color and makes you want to go find a sunny beach somewhere far away from traffic and rain and cubicles full of work that you're behind schedule on.

But today... I don't care.

I've spent a week of being stymied and thwarted at work, and even though it's Friday I have to confess that I'm feeling
lumpy...
and grumpy...
and frumpy...

as well as gloomy and doomy.

A day like this calls for a great photo.





Site du jour: Adopt a word. The Oxford English dictionary is on a quest to prevent thousands of words from falling out of daily use, and is asking people to "adopt" one, in order to keep it alive. The random feature of the site suggested I adopt the word "yelve."

And to save you the trouble, I looked it up. Turns out that means a fork used to carry dung; such a fork used as a garden tool. Um... are they trying to tell me something? Still, it's a fun site.

Goal of the month: 30 days of throwing stuff out. Maybe throwing stuff out will improve my mood.

Goal of the week: Out the door by 7:30. Maybe if I keep trying, I'll get this done.


Exercise du jour C25k week 4.

Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:

* Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
* Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
* Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
* Walk 1/4 mile (or 2-1/2 minutes)
* Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
* Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
* Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)


Photo courtesy of mateoutah.

100% Fail. I had such high hopes, very pretty high hopes that got thrown down and stomped on by the demands of other people. Push the run back to Saturday, shrug the rest off. Tomorrow is another day. I hope.

Made it through the 3rd week of the 200 Squat Challenge

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Quote du jour:There is no value in life except what you chose to place upon it, and no happiness in any place except what you bring to it yourself.
- Henry David Thoreau

Goal of the month: 30 days of throwing stuff out. I don't need all these possessions.
Done! The pace goes much faster when I'm not sorting through paperwork. Each time I hesitate about keeping something, I tell myself "It's okay to let it go" and put it in the Goodwill box. (Note to self: use this mantra on pounds of fat as well.)





Goal of the week: Out the door by 7:30. In the a.m., not the p.m. It can be done.
Maybe I should change this goal to simply getting out the door. Some days that feels like enough of a challenge in itself.
Exercise du jour: 200 squat challenge, week 3
15
18
13
13
18
Done! Geez, squats can really get the heart rate going. This is a good exercise to do in my cubicle.

Jogging along through week 4 of the C25k

Quote du jour: I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.
-Maya Angelou

Goal of the month: Day 17 of my 30 days of throwing stuff back. Or out. I don't need all these possessions.
Done! Not as much as I'd like, but considering I got home wet, bedraggled, and grumpy, some is better than none.


Goal of the week: Out the door by 7:30. In the a.m., not the p.m. Sounds so simple.
Fail. Not nearly as bad a fail as yesterday (8:30 rather than 9:30) but still, worse than the day before (8). Wish I could report success on this goal, but I'm still struggling.

Exercise du jour: C25k week 4.

Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:

• Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
• Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
• Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
• Walk 1/4 mile (or 2-1/2 minutes)
• Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
• Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
• Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)

Done! Plus, a couple miles walking. Through the frackin' pouring rain. With, of course, the obligatory car splashing through a puddle lake and drenching me from head to foot in freezing cold water. Which maybe burns more calories than being drenched in warm water. What the hell. It's possible.

I don't fit

I don't fit in at Weight Watcher's. Last time I went to the local meeting, I realized I have a completely different focus from everyone else in the group. (At least, from everyone there who spoke up.) I really want to get fit while eating moderately. As far as I can tell, the focus for the rest of the gang is to diet, i.e. just get rid of these pounds as quickly as possible. Don't worry about exercising, don't worry about eating healthy food, just lose the weight NOW.

Covert Bailey makes a good point. "If someone told you the store was offering a sale of 10 pounds for 10 dollars, your first reaction would be '10 pounds of what?'" Likewise, I don't see why the emphasis is on getting rid of pounds regardless of how you do it. If you're not going to exercise while losing weight, then you're losing muscle as well as fat. If the emphasis were on losing a percentage of body fat, then I would be all in favor of this idea.

The local group has a lot of people who lose a lot of weight at the start. We're talking at least 5 pounds a week, every week. That is really not a radical amount for someone who's quite large. What bothers me is that the meetings start to feel like something out of The Biggest Loser competition:

A woman stands up and says "I lost 5 pounds this week!" Applause from the group.
Another woman stands up to say "And I lost 7 pounds this week!" More applause.
A third woman gets to her feet to proclaim "I lost 10 pounds this week!" Wild applause from the audience.
Then a smaller woman gets up and mumbles that she lost two pounds that week. The group claps perfunctorily a couple times.

It bugs me that -- probably unintentionally -- they end up comparing and judging people by the amount of weight lost. With people of different shapes, different physical conditions, and different starting places, how can you compare their progress at all? I always feel that getting fit or losing weight is a competition against yourself and no one else. But at these meetings, it feels like I'm competing against other people, or rather it feels as if they're competing against me. That makes no sense. It's not as if there were only one prize going to be handed out at the end -- we can all win.

Also, I have noticed a pattern. The women who come in and lose lots of weight right away seem to be doing so by stringent dieting, not by eating unprocessed foods and exercising. (I'm basing that on what the women themselves have been saying in the meetings.) The pattern seems to be that these women lose a lot of weight at the start. Then they stop mentioning how much weight they've lost. Then they stop showing up at the meetings. They don't come back.

One woman mentioned that she made it a goal to try to exercise for 15 minutes a day. "I don't actually do it," she said with a laugh. "But I do try. Sometimes." I don't know if the words on the page quite convey the tone in which this was said. I came away with the strong impression that no, she didn't really try. Or care. It was something she was 'supposed' to do, but there was no commitment to actually try.

Compared to this woman, I must come across as an exercise fanatic. On the other hand, I'm not fit enough to keep up with people who actually are in good shape. I don't 'fit' there either. I jog along at my slow pace, nodding at the people who pass me. If I were in better shape, being passed would be annoying. As it is, that's part of life and I accept it without a qualm. I just wish there were someone going my pace.

Okay, whine done.

Goal of the month: 30 days of throwing stuff back. Or out. I don't need all these possessions.
I especially don't need to save the diary from when I was 17. You cannot imagine the exquisite embarrassment that comes from reading such a document. And you never will, 'cause that sucker is now in a million tiny pieces. It's served its time. (Why does that sound like a prison sentence?) It was good to let it go.

Goal of the week: Out the door by 7:30. In the a.m., not the p.m. It can be done.
Yeah, maybe it can be done, though I'm starting to have serious doubts that it can be done by me. Luckily, I have friends (hey, don't look so surprised when I write that) who have kindly volunteered to nag me to go to bed at a reasonable hour. Which I'm going to do. No, really. I don't want them mad. You wouldn't like them when they're mad.
Exercise du jour: 200 squat challenge, week 3
13
16
11
11
16
Done!

Look, I've already *been* through high school once

Quote du jour: Those who face that which is actually before them, unburdened by the past, undistracted by the future, these are they who live, who make the best use of their lives, these are the ones who have found the secret of contentment. - Alban Goodier


Probably all of you still have a file containing English Grammar lessons from your 5th grade class... right? (Um, I didn't hear you chime in there. I'm going to assume it was my poor hearing.)

And I'm sure that everyone else knows their exact SAT scores, as I now do. (No, you don't really want me to say it. I ... um... well, I don't want you to feel inadequate, okay? Sheer thoughtfulness, that's me.)

Going through years decades of saved paperwork is like taking a walk down memory lane... except that rather than a walk it feels more like I'm on a treadmill that will never come to an end. No more! Please, I don't want to look at any more papers. I mean, dear Lord, that file of angst-filled high school poetry was ... okay, look, let's just forget I even brought the subject up, okay? It never happened. Plus, all the evidence has been shredded. Very, very thoroughly shredded. So there.

Goal of the month: Still complaining about making my way through the 30 days of purging excess Stuff from my life.
Ugh. Spent tonight throwing out cards and letters from old boyfriends. Why did I have to save everything?


Goal of the week: I want to aim to get out the door by 7:30 a.m. I actually managed to get to bed, if not always to sleep, by 9 p.m. last week. Let's see if I can manage this one.
Well... kinda... sorta... not. I think it was actually 8 a.m., but I'm not sure since, like a coward, I stopped looking at the clock by that point

Exercise du jour: C25k week 4. Something I would never have dreamed of doing in high school. See? I'm evolving. And I promise never to write poetry about a boy ever again. Honest. Cross my heart and hope to never experience H.S. again.

Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:

• Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
• Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
• Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
• Walk 1/4 mile (or 2-1/2 minutes)
• Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
• Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
• Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)

Done! Plus, walked 4-1/2 miles

A brief philosophical interlude on habits, exercise, and paving the road to hell

Quote du jour: We are what we repeatedly do. - Aristotle

Why on earth would anyone write such a boring blog as this one? All I do is track exercise and log my ignoble failures. What's the point in that?

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. - Samuel Johnson (attrib)

The reason for these goals and whatnots is that I'm trying to develop habits. Good ones, I mean, not the come-home-and-eat-something-deep-fried type of habit, which has always been so appealing in the past. While I vary the type of exercise that I do, I am getting into the habit of doing something exercise-wise six days a week. And with the tracking of habits designed to make more more organized, space-wise and time-wise, I'm making sure that I can have the time available and the space needed to concentrate on exercise.

It is so easy to get to the end of the day, having spent the whole day rushing around trying to keep up with everything I'm "supposed" to do, and then realize at the end that it's too late and I'm too tired to get any exercise in.

[That sentence is way too long and disorganized in itself. Skip it and move on.]

A habit is something you do without thinking; I still have to think, and prepare, and goad myself to get things done. It is hard not to feel tied to a To Do list sometimes.

On the plus side, I am getting better at getting back into exercising after a slump. And I've grudgingly conceded that sometimes vegetables aren't all bad. Even been known to eat my green leafies.

Why do good habits seem so boring? That's another question. I'm just aiming to get to the point where I don't have to think about making time for exercise and healthy food.

Goal for the month: The 14th day of the 30-day purge of stuff.
Did a leeetle bit today. Okay, maybe 20 minutes' worth, if you want to be honest. Yesterday kind of burned me out, organizing-wise. Tomorrow, she is another day.



Exercise du jour: 200 squats challenge, week 3.

13
16
10
10
13
Done! Somehow, this seemed harder and easier both. Does that make sense? Of course not. But it's true: the knees seemed to accept what I was asking them to do, they're bending more and complaining less. At the same time, the amount of repetitions seems a lot more than last week, though the difference between last week's high and this one is only 5 squats. Which ain't squat, frankly. (It's going to take a while before I stop making squat jokes. Bear with me.)

The good news is I found the remote that I'd packed away 3 years ago

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Goal for the month: The 13th day of the 30-day pUrGe Of StUfF fRoM mY lIfE.
Did 10 hours worth of purging, shredding, procrastinating sorting and getting rid of things I no longer want in my life.

Size does matter?

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Study du jour: The bigger the trees, the smaller the crime rate? Houses with big trees have less crime.

Huh? I want to believe this, 'cause I don't want any delinquent squirrels getting up to anything criminal in my yard. But it still seems like a silly study.

Goal for the month: 30 day purge: Still going through the endless piles of stuff that I took out of the garage so I could actually... brace yourself... park my car in the garage. Sometimes it seems like I'm not actually making any difference to the pile; I'm just taking it on faith that things are going to get better. Kinda like when you eat right and exercise and the scale just sneers at you, refusing to budge. Keep going anyway.





Goal for the week: I swear, nose to pillow. 9 p.m. Me.
I'm going, I'm going! Okay, so it's 9:01 p.m. That's close enough, isn't it?
(Whaddya mean, 'no'? Sheesh, talk about strict... )

Exercise du jour: Walking to/from work. Yes, even if it rains. Sadly, I won't shrink in the rain. (Or there'd be a lot more people coming to Oregon for weight loss visits.)

Remembrance

Quote du jour: "Courage is almost a contradiction in terms. It means a strong desire to live taking the form of readiness to die." -G.K. Chesterton

Goal for the month: 30 day purge 30 days of sorting, purging, donating, filing, or shredding the excess Stuff I possess.




Goal for the week: I swear, nose to pillow. 9 p.m. Me. Keep the dream alive.





Exercise du jour: Walk to/from the Max station
Done! Plus, the C25k that I'd put off from yesterday



Plus, at lunch, the 200 squats, week 2

7
11
7
7
11 !!! Ack! This seems a lot more than the last time
Done!

Photo courtesy of Beverly & Pack

Overeating ... a sin?

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Quote du jour:

Sin passes itself off as an expansion, an emancipation at the moment of yielding to it, every sinner is inclined to believe this. The very opposite is true. By sinning I emancipate myself only from my own proper nature, my own happy destiny, choosing a falsification of myself, following a road without a goal, or, rather, one whose goal is not what I am seeking: my own perdition. What a queer emancipation! ...
Fr. Antonin Gilbert Sertillanges, O.P.

If you replaced the word "sin" with "overeating" or any other unhealthy activity, this quote works just as well.

Goal for the month: 30 day purge





Goal for the week: I swear, nose to pillow. 9 p.m. Me. Why not?




Exercise du jour: C25k week 3
Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then do two repetitions of the following:

• Jog 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
• Walk 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
• Jog 400 yards (or 3 minutes)
• Walk 400 yards (or 3 minutes)

Not so much fail, as otherwise succeeded. Pushed the C25k off until tomorrow, since I did it yesterday. Walked 4 miles instead. Plus, got up at crack o' dawn to do yoga for 1/2 hour. Why has no one ever mentioned the smug after-effect of doing yoga before the sun comes up?





Quote stolen leveraged from the Happy Catholic blog.

No reason Tuesday

No reason for the picture. Just made me go "awwwww."

Quote du jour: Of the blessings set before you, make your choice and be content. - Samuel Johnson

Goal for the month: 30 day purge




Goal for the week: I swear, nose to pillow. 9 p.m. Me. It can happen.




Exercise du jour: Walk to/from the Max station
Done! Worked in yesterday's C25k run as well. Efficient, that's me. Also quite damp. Turns out the raincoat is not completely rainproof :(



Plus, at lunch, the 200 squats, week 2

6
8
5
5
10
Done!

Why did they ever invent Mondays? Who thought that idea would be a good one?

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Quote du jour
[On reincarnation]
The only thing no one was in a past life is boring. You have to wonder whatever happens to dull souls.
- Susan Conant

Site du jour: While a bit harsh, the Oatmeal makes some good points: "If you do this in an email, I hate you."

Goal of the month: 30 days of purging, sorting, shredding, filing, donating and generally getting Stuff out the door.

Goal of the week: Nose to pillow by 9 p.m. Sounds so simple, doesn't it?
Done! It is simple. All you need to do is feel not well at all, and going to bed early is fine. The only problem with achieving that goal is that the other goals were left by the wayside.


Exercise du jour: C25k week 3
Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then do two repetitions of the following:

• Jog 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
• Walk 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
• Jog 400 yards (or 3 minutes)
• Walk 400 yards (or three minutes)

Weight Watchers -- no point?

Irritation du jour: Weight Watchers -- now pointless?

I'm glad that they're trying to keep up to date, but it seems strange that a system that was working (more or less) before is now "wrong." Or, according to this article "the previous style of calorie-counting had been proven to be inaccurate and ‘outdated'."

If the old system had been completely inaccurate, surely someone would have noticed before now? If they said the new system was more accurate, that wouldn't bother me so much.

Selfish moment du jour: Okay, yes, I'm glad the Chilean miners all made it up to the surface safely. Nevertheless, this story irks me: Chilean Miner trained to run marathon.

Yes, I'm all for showing bravery in the face of adversity, but sheesh! I mean, here he is, trapped underground for months , forced to eat short rations and not knowing if he'd ever see daylight again, and the man trains for a friggin' marathon? Doesn't this man realize how selfish he is? How he's making all the rest of us look bad! What excuses do any of us have left?! Really, some people.

Goal for the month: Still going strong on the 30-day purge. Every day, I devote time to sorting, organizing, shredding, filing, or donating all the stuff I have been hoarding for all these years. It's okay to let it go!





Goal for the week: Nose to pillow by 9 p.m. Sounds so simple when I put it up on the blog. In reality, it means being disciplined, organized, all those things that do not come naturally to my scatter-brained soul.

Exercise du jour: 200 squats week 2:
6
8
5
5
8
Done!

Trend Micro Rant ... or, how not to win friends and repeat customers

[Warning: the following is long. There is ranting. There are no funny animal pictures. It is only a rant.]

Geez. Wasted much of Thursday night helping my mother upgrade her anti-virus software, and got so miffed that I had to blog about it. Probably I wouldn’t be so miffed if I weren’t in this profession doing this for a living for the past 10 years. I’ve easily done thousands of installs and upgrades. There was no need for a simple procedure like this to take over Two Friggin'Hours.

Had to uninstall the existing program before installing the upgrade. Fine. Annoying, but fine. I plodded through the installation wizard until I got to an error message I couldn't decode.

What I got was an error message saying that I'd already installed this program on three computers and I couldn't install it on any more. Since the program had ONLY ever been installed on that one computer, and not re-installed ever, this was a puzzler.

The installation wizard thoughtfully provided a link that would explain what to do if you got this message. The link was broken.

I googled for it, and found the page at another location, and thought I was home and dry. But no. That page didn’t explain the problem; it repeated the words on the error message. (“Why does the installation tell me I have 3 computers already running this software? Because you have installed this software on 3 computers already.”) I truly loathe customer documentation that simply repeats the error message. I call it the “Duh” school of writing.

Turns out what that meant was that even if it were only on one computer, I needed to deactivate the program before re-activating it on the same computer. Not only did the instructions not suggest anything remotely like that, the support page didn't even suggest that as a solution.

Honestly, if they want their error messages to sound like riddles that you're supposed to guess the meaning of, why don't they try for something more Zen and poetical?

The snow falls on the butterfly's wings
While the wolf howls at the moon.

Finally, after jumping through every hoop, leaping every chasm, decoding every cryptic error message and exhausting the batteries in my cordless phone (I was doing this long-distance, talking my mother through all the steps), we came to the final challenge. To activate the program, you had to reboot.

On the surface, this seems like a simple obstacle to overcome. You normally have to reboot when installing a program. Ha! You fool! That's just what they want you to think!

When you reboot, you see nothing. The application's icon in the task bar is grayed out. If you open the application, it says you have to click a button before you can activate the application. If you click the button, the computer restarts. And you see nothing. So you look at the application and it tells you that you have to click the button and restart the computer again. And again. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Turns out what that means is that you're supposed to wait for 10 minutes or so while the application starts up. Since by this point I'd already been doing this uninstall and upgrade for over two and a half hours, waiting was not my first impulse.

There wasn't even any evidence that the Trend program, or anything Trend related, was running while all this went on. Usually you can check the processes in Task Manager to see what the computer was doing, but even that didn't help. And how many average computer users would do that?

Besides, I'd already been caught on that waiting thing. Earlier on, the install wizard got to 98% done before it hung. It kept saying it was "almost finished." Turns out what that meant was that I had to stop using the installation wizard and switch over to start configuring the program before the wizard had finished the install. Not that there was any message telling me this. You're supposed to wait around looking at a message saying "almost finished" until Hell freezes over?

The cherry blossoms pine and fade away
The installation cannot proceed until you deactivate the program before re-activating it.

No, wait. I would've understood that message.

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
6
5
5
7
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!
5
5
3
5
5