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Diary entry: Dear diary, Today I feel sorry for myself and stressed out. I can tell it’s going to be the kind of day where i really struggle to not just consume every piece of junk food I see. I know self control is important, but the way they fine tune a bag of ruffles Sour Cream and Cheddar potato chips makes them hard to resist. Wish me luck!
I’m not that worried about the overwhelming amount of information I have access to. I do worry about what I’m doing with that information. But assuming that it’s the abundance of information that leads to our increasing love for trivial things is definitely a case of using the post hoc ergo propter hoc fallacy.
Some people take great libraries and use them to learn and do great things. Others take great libraries and, well, don’t do anything.
Failure isn’t fun. I’ve been trying to be really aggressive about setting goals for myself. The problem that setting these goals creates is failure. For instance, I have some daily writing goals. This past week, I only managed to hit them four days out of seven. Those other three days feel pretty terrible.
If this was a totally awesome blog post, I’d have three easy ways to deal with failure. But I don’t. Failure feels bad. Because it is bad. But, I have to dust myself off, get back up, and go again.
So, let’s go.
You get to choose, every day. You get to choose what you’re going to be after. I want to do a better job choosing. When I choose poorly, I don’t choose any less. I just choose stupider.
Death is real. That occurred to me this weekend, while reading about the death of a young (53) radio DJ that we had listened to from time to time.
Death is real. For a believer, it’s not the end, but it is an ending. I’d like to make as much as I can of my time before that ending.
Read this article about Boy Meets World and the life lessons therein.
I want to develop a love for the thing itself, not just an appreciation for how ironic or funny it is. Too much cynicism in my life, for sure.
I’m back to using My Fitness Pal to try to ensure that I’m eating healthy portions. I’ve been doing okay, but I have a confession:
Prior to this go ’round, there was a certain amount of (insert your favorite: Chip Dip, Salad Dressing, Coffee Cream, Sour Cream) that I had in my head as “roughly two tablespoons.”
And then, as I started to care about what I was eating, I started to actually measure.
And 2 tbsp of anything delicious has got to be the most disappointing measurement in the world. It’s so sad. It’s a tiny little bit.
But it’s good, too. It’s good to know that’s what you’re “supposed” to consume. That’s a suggested serving. So when you gorge yourself on something instead, you’re receiving the nutritional benefit (or excess) of the gorging process.
Still though, two tablespoons. Seriously. Go measure it out. It sucks.