Wasting Time and Taking Names

Sometimes it feels like I should apologize, or at least feel guilty, for not posting more often. But since I just keep this blog for myself and since most of what I share here is pointless anyway, you should be be thanking me for not wasting your time.

Seriously, I read a lot of blogs where people just feel like they have to blog every day or whatever, and then just post lots of nothingness, which I read, expecting that it will mean something at some point.  But it never does and then my time has been wasted. I hate wasting time. So I'm really doing you a favor by only posting my own bits of nothingness once or twice a month.

Of course, if I had chosen to watch American Idol this year, I'd be driving (all ten of) you insane with my twice weekly absurd recaps that you almost have to be watching the show at the same time to understand.

So, you're welcome.

Guilt and Failure

I'm feeling very guilty.  I told myself at the beginning of this year (which was approximately 20 some weeks ago), that I was going to read more, blog more, write more in general, watch less TV, work out more and eat better. Um...I've been reading a bit. Does that count?

Then I had to go make myself feel even worse by reading this post on Zebra Sounds.  Sure, there are actually people out there who make a plan and stick with it. Then they brag about it. I hope Judy's happy now.

So now the guilt and failure are building up and I have to do what I do best: slap myself around because of it.  I go through all the stages: guilt, depression, anger, ice cream, hope and failure.

I want to be a better person. I want to post on my blogs every day. I want to spend time reading something interesting and informative (and not just re-reading Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 8). I want to work on some of the writing projects I have started and abandoned when things got too hard (like those people who adopt puppies and then can't care for them).  I want to start that new eating plan I spent time researching (I even have two weeks of meal planning, a grocery list, recipes and everything all set). I want to get up just a half an hour earlier and work out every day (or, you know, like maybe 4 or 5 days a week, at least).

I just haven't done any of those things yet.

So, Judy, thanks for kicking me where it hurts.