There was a Wednesday. I did things. I don’t remember what, exactly, except most of them were work-related. And it was misting for my evening walk, which was beautiful.

Hi there,

I had sublet my room while away and this is a great incentive for getting further with my decluttering. I removed a lot of my stuff from my room and now scrutinise every item a lot before letting it back into my room. Already got rid of a lot of stuff that I thought, I really need. But then I lived without it for nearly a month ;-)!
And it remembered me of these great questions, that I will put on a little notecard to remind me during decluttering. I feel re-energised for my decluttering.
http://www.missminimalist.com/2011/11/twenty-questions-to-clear-your-clutter/

Cheers,
Sarah

Thanks everyone for your great support, this is really appreciated.
I feel better on track now, and took some time to rethink about my triggers for my habits and that really helped and made a difference. So rather than working my habit off like on a check-list I re-established triggers, so it all becomes more automatic.
Anyway, I hope you all have a great day and please plea for fruits as well, so that I can support you as well!
Cheers,
Sarah

Good day. Got an amazing facial, sooooo relaxing! Will try the quinoa and fresh whole wheat pasta (I like the fresh pastas best anyway).

The concert was quite fun and they played good songs and had lots of pyrotechnics. Makes me wonder what their insurance must be, because goddamn. (Oh fuck, I’m an adult!) I wish we had GA seats and not ones in the stands, but the GA seats were out of my price range. Getting out of Baltimore was a complete clusterfuck, as they had 95 narrowed down to 1-2 damn lanes.

I did manage to sleep only the allowed amount of time and I’ve certainly felt worse in the morning. Ugh. I feel greasy and disgusting, but I can’t shower until after work because I have to shower right before I go to the EEG place.

If only I had five more hours in the day and an extra day every week I might actually get everything done.

Seem to have finally broken through a minor plateau I was holding at for a while. Hope it sticks.

Within calories, got up & went to bed on time. Didn’t get a whole lot else in, but at least I’m still within quota on everything.

A strategic day. It’s nice to feel I’ve got some new tools to work with—and a better understanding of how I’m going to get where I want to be. And where that is!

Ticked the boxes. Laundry changes in prep for houseguests from Friday morning to Sunday night—D’s cousins from Melbourne on their way home. Made healthy banana muffins to impress them <!> but that might be the only home-cooked food they get. Cheaper to eat out anyway, strangely. And gloriously freeing.

We have a two-couples hot stone massage scheduled with them (albeit not in the same room) tomorrow. All four of us are excited, me especially. Want! Need! Anyway, one more “relax” needed for my rule.

Enjoying the exercises and continued revelations about Willpower from Ms McGonigal. On to Chapter 4. A good day. I even took a nap and rescheduled a call to do it rather than give it up. That’s major for me.

This sleep training might actually kill me.

Only did a small amount of yoga at home yesterday but better than I’ve been doing so I’m somewhat happy with that.

So far so good. Just trying to make it through the rest of this month so I can do better next month.

ANZAC day today; up at 4am to go to the dawn service. We walked to the train station which takes half an hour.

Brekky afterwards with friends; I had two coffees because I was so tired! Spent the rest of the day at home being grumpy and baking ANZAC bikkies.

Didn’t get up on time; didn’t get started on time. Otherwise, the day went well.

I was talking to my wife today about how these sleep-related things are what’s killing me on Health Month. She pointed out that I was making too big a jump by forcing myself to do everything two hours earlier than I usually do. While it does sound ridiculous that a 35-year-old man has a really hard time getting up at 8:30, that doesn’t mean I can change that in a snap. So, next month, the sleep rules will be much milder and fewer.

Going to try to do at least one of these tomorrow, sick or not, but please can you help me get back up a little? I will heal myself as well, of course.

Argh! Hemorrhaging life points! Serious plea for fruit time! Please, Health Month people, give us chits for sick days, please!!!

This flu is decimating my life points! Must get exercising again! I do wish that Health Month would put in provisions for sickness.

So glad I decided to take the plunge and come clean yesterday. Drank loads of water, and voila, the last pound I gained this weekend on party recovery melted away. But the happiness comes from knowing I’m back on track with my actions. The results are just a bonus. Like feeling the jeans I bought 2 months ago are a size too big! :D

A little yoga helped me through the morning run, and also tooka nice long nap to catch up on some sleep.

2 more days of state assessments – then back to teaching. yippee

I can’t believe we’re almost at the end of our fifth month doing HealthMonth! Amazing!

Yesterday was lazy and good! I say lazy, but I got a reasonable amount of reading done, and some work on a project, and took a nap… and made amazing grilled chicken (think, chicken thighs + teriyaki marinade). Finished with red wine, dark chocolate, and candied ginger. Awesome!

I did forget my pushups… but went for a swim instead! Also the “walking” involved more jogging than customary… small victories.

When I wake up tomorrow, my big thing will be tomorrow. It’s tomorrow’s tomorrow. And I’m freaking the fuck out.

I ran today, and I got another PR for the mile! I’m so proud! I was really trying hard for a PR for my 5K, but I missed it by 7 seconds. 7 measly seconds! We’ll see about that tomorrow, won’t we? :-D

Things are much, much, much better with Boy Jr. which I am immensely grateful. It’s unbelievable the magnitude of a really negative event (being shamed and made to feel bad for loving me, as though it were inherent betrayal) and how long it takes children to recover. Hell, how long it takes adults to recover—I can’t act like that didn’t fuck me up, too, living with someone who is basically terrified to look me in the eye for the thought of betraying and hurting someone else he loves. Not exactly the easiest thing in the world. But, I’m sure you realize it’s not like I didn’t know all of this going in. And I went in anyway, willingly and happily and I would never, ever change my life now!

Yes, I indulged. I lost a life. I can use some of my own fruit or thank a fellow traveler for some mercy.

Yes, I indulged. I lost a life. I can use some of my own fruit or thank a fellow traveler for some mercy.