First target … flab.  I have always had a secret limit for
myself when it comes to weight.  Yes, I said secret, and it shall
remain secret.    Well, today I weighed myself (not
something I do very often) and found that I am one pound under my
secret limit.  For the past four
days I have been very good about getting at least 20 minutes on the
bike, but after the scale’s revelation, I know that’s not gonna cut
it.  So, I gave my exercise ball its inaugural run.  Oh
my!  I’m glad nobody was home besides myself and the fish,
although I could swear I heard the fish chuckle.   I can
see how it is great exercise, but I definitely have to work on getting
the hang of it.  Then this evening Toshi and I went for a long
walk.  I feel really good.

I actually like the plan
because it doesn’t really involve any convoluted dieting … just five
simple rules that all seem to make good sense.

        1.  Eat breakfast.

          2.  Abstain from alcohol.

          3.  Drink at least six 8-oz. glasses of water a day.

          4.  Have an eating cutoff time at least two hours before going to bed.

Plus
… oh. oh. oh … I forgot to tell you, we got a schnazzy new
fridge!  For the first time in my life I have the ice and water
dispenser in the door, and I absolutely love it!  Yes, I realize
that it’s not a new invention, but I’ve always wanted it.  It just
feels so much more glamorous than a plastic ice cube tray and a Brita
pitcher.  I really only drink water anyway, and now I feel so
motivated to get my eight glasses a day.  Yes, I am a dork. 

Okay
… sorry, I was birdwalking … goal number one is to attack
flab.  Goal number two is to attack clutter.  I hate that I
always feel so disorganized.  My house is cluttered, my classroom
is cluttered, and my mind is cluttered.  I do a pretty good job of
hiding it and appearing to be organized, but it’s all just a
facade.  So, look out sock drawer, here I come!  For those of
you who’d like to be super, duper organized, my friend referred me to flylady.net … a sort of bootcamp for the disorganized and disheveled.  I’m currently just a flybaby, but I’m workin’ on it.

Goal number three is to finally get moving on doing something about my
skin.  I have very sensitive skin and suffered horrible breakouts
during and after college.  I had no insurance and no money, so I
was unable to get treatment from anywhere other than the student health
center.   They prescribed the ever-popular at the time
Retin-A, and I ended up with not only cysts but a chemical burn. 
Yay.  So, long story short, I have scars.  They’re not
horribly disfiguring, but when I look in the mirror, that’s all that I
see.  For years I have wanted to do
something about it, but either I didn’t have the money or I didn’t have
the time.  Now I have both, so no more excuses.  I have found
a couple of good doctors that work with lasers, so we’ll see what they
have to say.  It may seem vain or petty, but it’s a pretty big
deal for me. 

So, there you have it.  I have my work cut out for me.  Let’s
see if I do any better this summer than I did last summer.  I’d
hate to have to repost the Bob Greene bit for a third time next
June!