I have been chronicling my effort to make “dramatic changes” in my life over the course of one-hundred days. What have I actually accomplished during that one-hundred days? Not very much. Continue reading DAY ONE-HUNDRED: Anticlimactic, and That’s Overstating Things
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DAY FORTY-ONE: One Step Forward and Two Back
I sold an item on eBay this past weekend, a lot of Monster High dolls, for $99.00. After paying for shipping and eBay and Paypal fees, I had about $70 left that I figured I could use to either put gas in the car rather than charging it to a credit card, or perhaps make a payment toward a credit card. Then I found out that my “department,” meaning, basically, me, is responsible for providing snacks for today’s faculty meeting. That’s about fifty people.
And that’s how my efforts to get ahead financially generally pan out.
Meanwhile, this cold I have feels like one of the most severe I’ve experienced in years.
DAY THIRTY-EIGHT: Ultra-Fail!
I’m supposed to be writing about my experience running my first trail ultra, the Tantalus Triple Trek 50k.
But I didn’t do it. I stayed home and started taking apart my old piano.
I signed up for the Tanatalus 50k at the beginning of the year, back when I was still running. Back when I had grand visions of taking part in the Peacock 100k in October. The Tantalus 50k is a recognized “qualifying run” for participating in the Peacock 100k.
Then I stopped running. No reason, I just stopped. Laziness. Procrastination. “Busy.” Depressed. I stopped running and I gained a lot of weight. I’m at 195 now.
I went for a short jog/walk this weekend. Two kilometers was all I could manage, partly walking.
DAY THIRTY: A Rough Start
I woke up feeling irritable, frustrated, and depressed and the feelings just got worse as the morning progressed. I started to jot down a list of things to accomplish this weekend. I expected the list to have three or so things on it. Quickly it expanded to over twenty “must do” items.
DAY ELEVEN: Monday
Another Monday at work. Another day of making very little progress toward life-enhancing changes.
When I got home I found the baby gecko who had been living and growing in the kitchen for the past few weeks dead on the floor. He was intact, so I don’t think the cats got him. He wasn’t squished, so I don’t think I (or other household members) accidentally stepped on him. I suspect, from his location, that he got into one of the toxic roach traps and either ingested the roach poison or ate ants that had eaten poison.
I had been feeding the little guy ants whenever I saw him. He also seemed to like bananas and spilled soda pop. He was becoming very tame, and seemed almost like he expected to be fed whenever he saw a person approaching. I feel like I murdered a pet.
Granted, I did not put out the roach baits. Nor, however, did I protest or move the roach baits. If nothing else, I am guilty through inaction and negligence.
And I feel so sad I want to cry.