Yeah. So much for pride. Just sayin’. It’s amazing how humiliating pride and it’s fickleness can be. I mean, I’ve been in the throes of editing and writing for the past few weeks, struggling a little with my asthma, but for the most part, I’ve been too lazy to write down what I’ve been doing. Yeah. Well, I have to. I am most consistent with accountability in the public humiliation arena.
Tonight I got a wake up call that I wrote about on my Paradoxology blog. The gist is, I tend to expect to do something just once and then it stay perfect. Yeah, that’s realistic. Not to mention, if it did, then I’d be stuck with a flabby body and no housework with which to reduce the flab.
On the success thread, I am officially down to a size eighteen and have dropped 3 underwear sizes. Just sayin’. I figure, if I’m going to humiliate myself, I might as well brag about it. Now, if I can just keep going. Pound me, people. Push me. Tell me to scrub the ceiling with a toothbrush and no ladder. *collapses on the floor in helpless laughter*
As for today, I scrubbed 3 cabinets. Yep. That’s it. And that’s probably all I’ll do, but if I can, I’ll try the bottom companions after a rest.
Meanwhile, I haven’t drank enough water today, I ate 3 meals, and had Coke. Yep, I did. And it’s good.
Ok, the editing calls. How come you can’t burn enough calories with cerebral muscles? These are the questions that keep me from getting stuff done.
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