The challenge for this week was to be head to the gym every day, but this one ended up not working out. I don’t have a suitable meal plan in order. I went to the gym Monday after working for almost nine hours, and I ended up so bloody exhausted that I had mental cloud and dizziness the next morning.
The good news is that I am mostly continuing with my vegetarianism this week, so not all is lost. I need to think of something better to start up today. Ideas?
Over the next little while, until I feel the need to stop, I will present myself with a challenge every week. I will take on challenges that I feel will better myself as a person, whether physically, spiritually, or intellectually. Maybe even emotionally, because I’m certain I need some help in that department.
I’ve started this past Monday with my first challenge: Vegetarianism. I was vegetarian for almost ten years when I was younger, so it isn’t that difficult, except that mindless eating can be my worst enemy. Little pieces of bacon or chicken normally find their way into my mouth when I am opening at work, so I have had to go out of my way to stop myself. That was only tough on the first day, really.
Future challenges I have thought of include:
Work on my novel/short stories at least one hour every day.
Write a blog post once a day.
Go to the gym every day.
Run at least 20 minutes a day.
Read every day.
No eating/drinking anything I haven’t prepared myself.
If anyone has any ideas for fun challenges, let me know!
My break is over. Time to make sanmiches!
Tumblr. You know what happened to me last night? I had a nightmare that my father was to pick me up at an intersection in Vancouver (Pender and something), and he did, but he forgot all of my books. I went back, and my entire library and papasan chair were sitting at a bus stop and people were trying to steal them. So sad.
I also had a dream about John. That was really odd. Too bad that didn’t work out. He was fun to talk to and very attractive. We just had different viewpoints, and I harbour no resentment.
Do not disturb. Tiny grass is dreaming.
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I just awoke from a dream wherein I was manning someone’s dry cleaning business for the day. It went rather well, considering that they told me nothing about running it, and the safe key was kept sitting in an unlocked cupboard overnight.
There was no actual till; there appeared to just be a regular desk drawer that held money in a messy fashion. Odd. I did one transaction for 23.02$, for a shirt cleaned 1940s style. I’m going to head back to sleep and figure out what the darn tootin’ that means.
I look at most of the supervisors at work, and they are older women who have had kids before the age of twenty, and this seems to be all they have achieved thus far. None seem too happy with their lives. Then I look at myself, twenty-eight, never had children (happily), anything I’ve ever wanted available to me, scores of opportunity, and here I am, working toward being a just-above-minimum-wage supervisor as well. I wonder, “What the heck am I doing?” And then I realize that I don’t fit in well with the rest of the world. I have an endless capacity for knowledge, and can learn almost anything you put in front of me… but I simply refuse to pay 40 000$ to prove that to anyone. Therefore, I am presumably not worth much. What a sad world in which we live.
Oh well. Off to learn microecon and German, because I can.
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