glasses of water: 2 (improvement), soft drink items: 2 (balanced out by exercise), hours of exercise: 9 (at work, excellent), ice creams: 1 (peer pressure)
Mother brought home a big bag of snakes with the groceries which I found sitting on my chair when I got home from work last night. Between 10pm last night and 10am this morning I'd eaten a third of the cursed bag. When I realised what I was doing to myself I threw the rest of it in the trash. Will resolve not to let further sabotage attempts derail my efforts, and will tell mother not to buy me candy anymore.
The reason I get so much exercise at work is because I work in a liquor store. I'm forever on my feet filling fridges, vacuuming, serving customers and - most athletically - putting away beer deliveries. The ironic part is that I don't drink alcohol. I'm the only 19 year old I know that refuses to drink. I've always thought that when people begin drinking and start believing that everything is more fun when their mind is in a chemically altered state, that that is a really sad thing. And I feel really badly for them.
This is great though, because apparently drinking ages people. Part of perfection is looking as young as you can for as long as you can. This gives me the edge over lots of other people: I don't do the three things that age you the most: I don't drink, I don't smoke and I don't go in the sun when it can be avoided. It's somewhat of a long-term investment.
Anyway, I had a 12-9 shift at work today with a beer delivery and when the manager left at 5 I was the manager until closing! This brings progress in the money department and the fitness department.
Then when I got home I allowed mother to derail me again. She brought up ice creams. Damn woman. Never mind. I am resilient, and I will bounce back. Sunday is the big weigh-in, and then I'll have a better idea of where I am and where I'm headed.
That's all for now,
Andrew.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Day 2
Soft drink items: 6 (spread across two days, so not that bad), glasses of water: 2 (bad), hours of exercise: 11 (8 at work, 3 walking around shopping):
It's the second day on my quest and already I've come across my first setback. It was announced this morning that Dollhouse, the best show nobody was watching, was cancelled. One thing you should know about me is that I'm very, VERY, television-obsessive and when one of them dies - it's like losing a child (I'd imagine). This doesn't bode well for my eating habits, or my stress levels. I know that sounds incredibly melodramatic for a TV show, but they're important to me, and it all contributes to what makes me unique.
I also thought of another way to reach the perfection criteria: eating better and drinking more water in order to clear up my skin. I'm 19, but my acne has never gone away. It's not freak-show bad, but it's an imperfection that I will not tolerate.
As I'm writing this, I realise that I might seem shallow in focusing so much on looks and money to reach my goals, but I'm living in reality, and this is how the world works. This will not be like a Disney movie where, at the end of the project, I realise I was always perfect just the way I was. The world is imperfect (yet pretty damn awesome in its own right) and I want to shine in it. And I will.
It's now 9.36pm on Thursday, November 12. My first weigh-in will be on Sunday morning at 10am, because.... well, because that's the time I chose.
OK I think that's all I have to report for now,
Andrew.
It's the second day on my quest and already I've come across my first setback. It was announced this morning that Dollhouse, the best show nobody was watching, was cancelled. One thing you should know about me is that I'm very, VERY, television-obsessive and when one of them dies - it's like losing a child (I'd imagine). This doesn't bode well for my eating habits, or my stress levels. I know that sounds incredibly melodramatic for a TV show, but they're important to me, and it all contributes to what makes me unique.
I also thought of another way to reach the perfection criteria: eating better and drinking more water in order to clear up my skin. I'm 19, but my acne has never gone away. It's not freak-show bad, but it's an imperfection that I will not tolerate.
As I'm writing this, I realise that I might seem shallow in focusing so much on looks and money to reach my goals, but I'm living in reality, and this is how the world works. This will not be like a Disney movie where, at the end of the project, I realise I was always perfect just the way I was. The world is imperfect (yet pretty damn awesome in its own right) and I want to shine in it. And I will.
It's now 9.36pm on Thursday, November 12. My first weigh-in will be on Sunday morning at 10am, because.... well, because that's the time I chose.
OK I think that's all I have to report for now,
Andrew.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
The Quest Begins
Hi there, blogger.com,
My name is Andrew, I'm 19 years old and I live in Australia (by default of birth, not by choice). Today, November 11 at (checks watch) 9.02am, I'm beginning my quest for perfection. I've tried to start this project many times before, but continued to fail - so here is my hope: that if I am responsible to someone - i.e. this blog, and any readers who may be out there - then I am far more likely to be successful.
To some of you, this may seem like an ambitious quest - aiming for something that is widely believed not to exist - but where most people see unattainability, I see criteria.
I've based my idea of perfection on what I've seen of celebrities (yes, I'm truly a product of my generation). The celebrities who haven't gone off the rails have all, in my eyes, achieved perfection. They have lots of money, they leak confidence from their pores, they're stunning to look at nothing phases them. I'm not going to aim for all this - at least not yet. To boil it down to a non-celebrity level, someone reaches perfection when they feel that they are the best version of themselves that they will ever be.
Earlier this year I quit university; partially because Business is arguably the most boring degree anybody could hope to study, and partially because I wanted to work on myself (I likened it to fixing the foundation before I build the house). It's been about three months and I still haven't made any progress on Project Andrew. This is about to change.
By October 24, 2010 (my 20th birthday), I will:
1. lose a lot of weight (I'm going to weigh myself this Sunday, and then I'll have a more exact goal)
2. have a lot more money (I won't set an exact amount for that will surely amount to disappointment)
3. aim to be more confident in myself (which will most likely come from achieving the first two goals - again, I'm a product of my generation)
4. live in surroundings that are organised to an anally-retentive level (after all, how can one be perfect when surrounded by imperfection?)
OK guys, I'll check in tomorrow - wish me luck!
Andrew.
My name is Andrew, I'm 19 years old and I live in Australia (by default of birth, not by choice). Today, November 11 at (checks watch) 9.02am, I'm beginning my quest for perfection. I've tried to start this project many times before, but continued to fail - so here is my hope: that if I am responsible to someone - i.e. this blog, and any readers who may be out there - then I am far more likely to be successful.
To some of you, this may seem like an ambitious quest - aiming for something that is widely believed not to exist - but where most people see unattainability, I see criteria.
I've based my idea of perfection on what I've seen of celebrities (yes, I'm truly a product of my generation). The celebrities who haven't gone off the rails have all, in my eyes, achieved perfection. They have lots of money, they leak confidence from their pores, they're stunning to look at nothing phases them. I'm not going to aim for all this - at least not yet. To boil it down to a non-celebrity level, someone reaches perfection when they feel that they are the best version of themselves that they will ever be.
Earlier this year I quit university; partially because Business is arguably the most boring degree anybody could hope to study, and partially because I wanted to work on myself (I likened it to fixing the foundation before I build the house). It's been about three months and I still haven't made any progress on Project Andrew. This is about to change.
By October 24, 2010 (my 20th birthday), I will:
1. lose a lot of weight (I'm going to weigh myself this Sunday, and then I'll have a more exact goal)
2. have a lot more money (I won't set an exact amount for that will surely amount to disappointment)
3. aim to be more confident in myself (which will most likely come from achieving the first two goals - again, I'm a product of my generation)
4. live in surroundings that are organised to an anally-retentive level (after all, how can one be perfect when surrounded by imperfection?)
OK guys, I'll check in tomorrow - wish me luck!
Andrew.
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