you won't make yourself a name if you follow the rules

I just realized, I didn't say it here.

I WALKED MY FIRST 5K.

Ten minutes of yoga and ow.

I suck.

Contemplating New Year's resolutions. Famously ineffective, as Literata recently said on The Slacktiverse, but worth a try.

Everyone always says 'set achievable goals'. So how about these for goals:

Daily morning yoga.
Walk a 5K in April.
[Resistance bands goal, currently unspecified.]
Pay off the lowest-balance credit card by May. Pay off the next-lowest-balance credit card by December.
Before June, have enough saved to go to con.txt.
Read a book a week.
Write every day.

Thoughts?

The Mary Project would be going ever so much better if I could convince myself that sitting around with nothing to do and no reason to go to bed yet means it's an excellent time to do yoga or resistance bands and therefore I should get up off my ass.

I mean, it's going fairly well. I've walked at least half an hour every day this week. But that is only lower body strength and cardio. I need upper body strength and flexibility. Do I ever need upper body strength—I can't start the lawnmower on my own, nor mow more than a third of the back lawn at a time, and I keep needing both arms to operate the damn stapler. And I hurt less when I yoga more. And there's nothing on my to-do list that won't wait till tomorrow, and I'm not tired, so exercise would be an excellent way to fill the time.

Motivate me? Or explain why I am unmotivated?

Yogaed. It has clearly been far too long since I've done warrior pose. Or the plank sequence. By way of keeping track, I did seven of the plank sequence. Upper-body strength, here I come.

Giving serious consideration to modifying my routine, where I can, to include a twenty-minute comedy show I'd be watching anyway (Daily Show or Colbert Report or Big Bang Theory, or apparently Community—she stirs the pot! she is a pot-stirrer!) during which I do not sit at the computer and instead I step up and step down and step up and step down on this exercise step thing that's supposed to go with exercise DVDs Mom has never used.

Broke two thousand words on the Big Bang! Only eighteen thousand words to go and thirty-some days to go in. That's still doable, right? Right? *crickets* Coherence, I not has it. Plot, I not has it either. I'd be doing ever so much better if I could write dialogue.

Cramps = no yoga. Theoretically yoga helps with cramps but theory not work for me tonight. I tried. Also, feeling blah, for reasons I assume are unrelated.

tptigger: I did my yoga for the day. Feels good. You see how well my pledge to not go back to the computer after yoga is going, though.

Yeah, the basement lighting's crap. That's ninety pearls each in smoke gray and light gray, plus a couple dozen earring hooks, over a hundred eye pins, six meters of wire, wire cutters, round-nose pliers, and files. So if Dad can find chain-nose pliers (don't know why he wouldn't have them, he has every other tool known to humanity except the thing to print circuit boards that he keeps saying he wants his workplace to get), that picture is of the embryonic stage of lots of earrings.

(The Pride stuff is gonna wait till I know I have the hang of this.)

(I'm actually doing this aren't I *freaks*)

Fascinating fact I'm discovering. I know there are no gods. I know it the way I know matter does funny things when accelerated to near light speed. But what's been going through my mind since it clicked that I am seriously doing this? "Oh God oh God oh God". It's bizarre and I don't like it and I want it to go away.

On the bright side, the weird new thing and a slightly elevated heart rate are the only freakout symptoms I'm experiencing, and the akathisia went away when I stopped the Abilify and hasn't come back except for an hour or so this afternoon after I started the Abilify again after three days without akathisia. So I guess I'm liking the Abilify.