202.6 pounds. I seem to have hit a plateau. More of a wall. Of course, I’ve been a bit remiss in both exercise and avoiding certain beverages.
Joining the EIGHT WEEK PALEO CHALLENGE at the SINGLEDADFITDAD.COM web site. Now I’ll have to be accountable beyond the confines of my own online nattering.
Stupid day.
Meh….
Meh.
I started working on the deck project around noon, and continued, making slow but steady progress, until I was thwarted by gale force winds and monsoon rains!
A couple of small trees in the yard blew down. Two fairly large papaya trees in the neighbor’s yard fell, a result of the saturated soil and the intense wind.
This weather is insane.
Morning scale reading: 205 pounds!
A new high for me.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. At least I got my trousers buttoned… albeit barely.
Quotations from Tim Ferriss, author of The Four Hour Work Week:
Tomorrow becomes never.
… to have quality and less clutter.
Do all the things you want to do; be all the things you want to be.
“Someday” is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you.
“Possessions, like fat, insulate us from the outside world, building a wall of junk which we can hide behind. Our clutter becomes an insular mechanism for shielding ourselves from pain. We all do to some degree, but few ever make the correlation. The sheer act of acquiring stuff, too, can be a self-medication. How many of us shop in order to feel better? But it´s a temporary fix that, in the end, only adds to our depression.”
– Christy Best, Professional Organizer
Twenty days, or twenty percent, or one-fifth into my second hundred days, and what do I have to show for it?
I’m still living in the same cluttered house. I haven’t moved. I’m no closer to moving. I’m fatter and more insolvent than ever.
What am I doing wrong?
Wasted another day mindlessly surfing the web. My project? FAIL! FAIL! FAIL!
My life? FAIL! FAIL! FAIL!
Wasted all day mindlessly browsing the web.