2010 Blog - Post Seven

I am a bad, bad blogger. Maybe I should resolve to blog more. Though, at this juncture, I don't think I need any more resolutions. My tasks at hand are already daunting enough. That being said, here's the good news:

1. Credit card one is paid off. WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!! (Is that enough o's? I don't think so, either, but if I put the correct amount of o's in, my entire post would be o's. And o's aren't THAT interesting.)

2. Classes 1 and 2 for my Publishing Certification are complete (tho, I still haven't gotten my final grade or my graded project back from class 2, but it is complete). Oh, and class 1 I got an A. And it was the Graphic Design class. My hugest fear in scholastic life. Boo-ya!

Here's the bad news:

1. My bedtime habits are out of control. Here's my thing: because I don't want to get up and go to my job in the morning, I prolong going to bed at night, thus creating this hugely vicious cycle that involves extreme exhaustion and late night snacking. I need to motivate myself to go to bed earlier purely for my overall physical health. The question is: how?

2. As mentioned above, late night snacking. Hungry likes to visit me at night (bright orange bastard!). And I have severely lacked in my portioning tendencies. I have resolved to rectify this by keeping a food journal again. When I did that, I seemed to be extremely militant and motivated. I just need to remember to put my food journal in my tote bag. That's the key. So far, it hasn't made it in yet. Bad Jaime.

3. I am still in severe denial of any form of physician. Here's the pathetic thing: I searched doctors/dentists. Like exhaustive search. Found physician (and dentist). And that's where it stopped. Way to go, Jaime. No gold star for you. The irrational fear is so crippling. And what's horrible is that this is my health we're talking about. Something I should be pro, but irrational fear gets in the way and I'm like, naw, I'll just maintain status quo and live in fear of potential ailments and horrifying oral detriments. Yes, that makes so much sense. Dipshit. Maybe I should start having Steve or someone ask me regularly if I've made appointments yet. That way, I have to keep saying no aloud and hear my consistent failure. FAIL. FAIL. FAIL.

I'm going to unofficially resolve to blog more frequently, I promise. After all, tomorrow is a new month. A new, Springy month, which may bring with it some renewed sense of motivation. I look forward to you, April. Be not too showery!!!