Shang High Blah

Amanda and I are on a new diet. Apparently, you just drink some sugar a couple times a day and you will want to eat less pizza. I'll let you know how it pans out.

WTB Life Coach

For the past, oh, six months or so, I've been trying halfheartedly to make positive changes in my lifestyle.  Unfortunately, my own laziness often gets in the way.  I read Eknath Eswaran's Meditation several months back, hoping that it would give me practical advice on how to begin and sustain a meditation regimen.  It did.  I successfully completed a morning ritual exactly one time.  I noticed, or imagined that I noticed, real benefits on that one day that I mediated for about thirty minutes early in the morning.

Since this apotheosis of limited success, my efforts have proven unfruitful.  I have been meaning to:

• hone my web design skills, 
• cook for myself regularly, 
• read works of classic literature for the fun of it and 
• exercise regularly (both cardiovascular and weight training.

Unfortunately, the transition from dream to reality scaled things back a bit.  So far, my progress has been disappointing.  I have managed to:

• resurrect my online résumé project and cobble together something that looks professional enough using skills I already had and faking it when necessary,
• make a few chicken dishes that were all pretty much the same but one included italian dressing,
• buy a copy of Moby Dick and display it proudly on my bookshelf and
• put off going to the gym to avoid a pulmonary embolism due to the blood clots I have spontaneously started forming in my legs.

Admittedly, I have made some progress.  I've begun an accelerated graduate program that will almost certainly land me a challenging job that will probably pay pretty well.  I've made some casual friends at UMR.  I've been in a relationship with someone I love for going on five months now.  I've made great strides toward establishing a friendship with my brother. 

All is not lost, but I wish I could make some internal, spiritual, and disciplined changes in myself.  We'll keep trying.

Happiness is sometimes a pinot away...

I got good and drunk this weekend, and I feel better armed to handle my problems now. Depression staved off by a weekend of taking care of Sicky McSickersons and hanging out with some good, good friends.

Thanks for listening. :)