Organization of Life

I've never been one for organization. My room is a disaster, my bathroom the same. When I get home, everything I'm carrying gets spread out over whatever open surface is available. I have very few "homes" for things, and as a result, I am often looking for my keys, wallet, favorite shirt, or, lately, my sheet of paper with my workout times from the gym.

The YMCA is so kind as to provide slips of paper with golf pencils so that those of us who time our exercises can write down said time, tuck it into our gym bags, and then promptly lose it somewhere between the gym and home. This has become a problem lately, since I am actually making an attempt to keep track of times and make comparisons to past times, weights and measurements.

Therefore, I have decided to become completely anal retentive about the subject. In order to prove that this is indeed paying off for me, I need to be able to compare times to times and measurements to measurements. What could possibly be better than using Excel?

Google, in their infinite wisdom, has created a Documents page, so that anyone with internet access who wishes to view a spreadsheet anywhere in the world may do so. Tony and I have been using this brilliant creation for months to keep track of finances for the house. Today, I will put it to another use.

May I present: My First Chart!


Isn't it beautiful? Well, except for the last bar that shows that I gained weight. Hence my obsession with loosing it. No matter what I do, it seems to want to stick to me.

However, if you observe the following evidence, you will see that although I have gained back some weight, my hips are getting smaller.

Oh boy! One inch down! With my handy Excel graph I can now begin to obsess over that! Hooray!

Another downer: Tony just started running again and he's already beating my two mile time by about a minute. I ran two miles yesterday for a time of 18:57. I was so proud of myself. The last mile was done under 9 minutes, but the first mile I spent a lot of time ramping up. Then here comes Tony, "Oh hey, I just wanted to compare. I got 17:30, how did you do?"

I must admit, I did want to kill him. There are those of us who struggle to be above average with everything in life, and there are those who just seem to glide right through. I am the former. Tony, the latter.

Actually, that's not a fair assessment at all. I'm just bitter.

On top of it all, I twisted my knee and the ball of my foot has shooting pains every time I step on it. I think I need to learn to run. I have a feeling I run like a retarded child.