March Madness

I’m writing because I’m hungry. Hungry for chocolate and bread and all the other things I’ve been telling myself that I was going to limit in my life.

See, I’m on a plan. A plan to set a few goals and to bring some discipline to my life. Because I’m tired of going to bed after a night of watching crappy reality TV, wondering what I did all day and did I do what I wanted to do and why did I sit on the couch all night and not do something more productive?

Here’s the plan:

Goal #1: Lose ten pounds and tone up. This will be accomplished with regular exercise and light weight-lifting during lunch two to three days a week (which may also help with Goal #3). I should also limit chocolate and bread and Cokes, etc. Maybe green tea will be a good substitute.

Goal #2: Start contributing to my 401K – Done! Accomplished! Hooray for me.

Goal #3: Save money to buy a house. This will be accomplished by actively saving $ into a house-only account, which we are already doing. Now I need to find other ways to cut little expenses like eating out at lunch, which I always do just so I can get out of the office!

Goal #4: Practice writing and playing my guitar.

Goal #5: Find a community outlet where I can volunteer and get involved.

Goal #6: Save money for a big trip. Because if I don’t get to Italy/Europe/somewhere interesting soon I think that I will cease to dream or have goals at all and start going around to colleges and telling any student that will listen that the American dream is a farce and if they want to do something interesting do it now before your dreams are crushed and you’re too poor to travel and too committed to travel spontaneously and then your cubicle will swallow you whole and they’ll all wonder where that nice girl is that used to sit in the desk and be so dang responsible. (That one is for George. I hope he’s sensing the appropriate amount of desperation in my tone.)


Soundtrack: Keane, “This Is the Last Time”