So far this year:
Books: 35
Pages: 11850
It doesn’t work for me. Maybe my life isn’t as busy as the people who use this sytem—I’ve taken bits from it, will likely reread it for future gleanings, but it doesn’t work for what my life needs.
I may pick this up again in the future, but as of right now, I have to let it go. My body reacts VERY harshly to things like food and piercings and literally anything that gets put in it. I’m really afraid—not of the tattoo, or getting the tattoo, but of my body rejecting it and putting me through HELL in the process :(
Well, I can safely say I’ve done “starting” - I’m now a master of my county’s online library system, anything I want to read or watch and my library doesn’t have it - bam!—I request it off the system and it gets shipped to my local library. I don’t have to pay for ANYTHING. This is now such a habit to me that I feel I can check it off.
1 liter of water a day. Usually, I drink more anyway, but I just want to get in the habit of writing down what I eat and drink, and meeting those goals.
I realized yesterday that it was really unfair of me to foist the bathroom off on my husband and not tell him how particular I am about the word “clean”—he’s never been taught! He’s the youngest prince in an Italian family!
So I spent two hours yesterday in there. I tossed the old, yucky bath mats. I cleaned out EVERYTHING and threw out three garbage bags worth of useless shit. I cleaned the tub, the toilet, the shower…. and I realized how little attention to detail DH has. But now, the place is spotless. I took him through it, so now all he has to do is maintain while I go bulldoze another area :)
Oddly enough, the knowledge that I’ve gained another three pounds has kicked my butt in most areas of my laziness. I started making a list this morning of food and behavior changes that need to be made if I’m going to lose weight and then, for reasons I can’t define, I went and picked up half the living room. I reorganized the little cabinet by the TV that holds all the PS2 games, I picked up the garbage, I cleaned out all the leftover shopping bags, and I picked up the couch. And it’s not even noon!
I feel good. Time to get to work on something else.
It’s really hard to clean the apartment when I’m the ONLY one doing it. Why is it, when I’m sick and don’t feel well enough to clean, that my husband thinks its slacking time? Goddess forbid HE pick up my slack for once in his godsforsaken life, right? Now the apartment is a mess, my husband is grumpy because I actually want his help....
Full entry here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/circletofroses/118360.html
I’m really loving the library now…. I hear about a book I want, and I go get it. I read it. If I don’t like it—no harm, no foul! I’m not out $15, I’m only out the time it took for me to get to the library (the same amount of time it would take for me to get to the bookstore anyway!)
Right now, the only books I buy are manga, because most libraries around here REFUSE to carry them!
Yeah, that worked. Must have hit the snooze 5 times! And AFTER I woke up an HOUR before my alarm was supposed to go off at all!
My future tattoo is my reward to myself for reaching and maintaining my goal weight. As I go along, I’m starting to put aside money so I’m not scrambling for it when the time comes.
As of right now, I want a little stingray on one shoulderblade :)