Posts Tagged ‘ywca’
i won’t get fat. i won’t get fat… »
Wednesday, May 13th, 2009
I found out yesterday I was granted UI benefits. Then, today, I got my first deposit. For those following, that means I can now eat. Unfortunately, that means I need self-control.
It’ll be impossible to go back to my usual dietary schedule—waiting until 5p to eat anything and avoiding nutrition entirely. Now I’m twenty feet from the refrigerator the whole day.
I’ll be sticking to the “diet” I outlined earlier. Essentially, I’ll be drinking water to keep from snacking like those guys that end up with a man-shaped hole cut into their bedroom walls.
No one wants that.
Combined with some trips to the gym, I should be able to maintain a stuck-in-a-soul-sucking-cube figure. Oh. And it’s back to bike season. That could help too.
Still, with my days being open will take some getting used to. I’ve always had mind-numbing tasks or meetings to work around and that I almost always forgot a lunch to control my ingestion habits.
This could be trouble.
two major self-improvements (seriously) »
Thursday, December 18th, 2008
Okay, so that’s debatable. In my mind (which, to remind old readers and inform new ones, is as closed as figuratively possible), they are improvements. You can judge as you like, just don’t tell me about it (you won’t).
First, I updated a Facebook profile. A new one (relatively speaking; it’s been around for months) that isn’t tainted by years of misuse and abuse. For those looking for a more professional feel and the like (anyone hiring?), click here and add me.
I’ll still primarily use my current account and won’t add photos or videos or specific information to the new one. As most of you know, I’m quite private (private blogger = oxymoron) and hard to find. As such, the new profile is more visible but less interesting.
Second, I joined a gym on Sunday. The YWCA to be exact. And have gone four times already. Which, to be sure, is about as opposite my usual as I can get without wearing my clothes backward (… will make you jump! jump!).
Related: I still bite my nails, eat like a second grader whose parents are away and watch far too many movies and television. (Baby steps, people. Baby steps.)