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2008 Habits - 1st quarter update

Early this year, I said I would start a new habit every month. I started by logging in my food intake and daily expenses in January. I'm sorry to say I've stopped doing that since I got back from Thailand in March. My vacation expenses were crazy--I kept all the receipts, but I simply gave up.

But that wasn't the only reason.

As I mentioned a couple of days ago, I sort of have three jobs now. The third, I started on March 1. It's a daily thing, and it takes me at least two hours a day--roughly about the same time I take writing down what I ate and how much I spent.

I seriously need to learn how to manage my time better. I spend way too much time day-dreaming and watching TV and being my emotional self.

I also went on a juice fast in February. I was successful for exactly two weeks, and then I caved in to lovely Italianni's food on my mom's birthday. I'm disappointed in myself, but I'm not beating myself up over it because it really was hard to do it while working full-time. I needed fresh juice, and I just couldn't make some at work for two reasons: 1. I don't have a portable juicer; 2. Our pantry doesn't have a sink.

It isn't all bad news though, because in March, I gave up *some* fast food: all kinds of hamburgers. I'm going to add that to my Count-ups.

I spent April catching up with work, spending time with Ruth, and dealing with a personal problem. No new habits there. Except that I started wearing dresses more often--but that doesn't count.

Now, it's five days into May. This month, I'm giving up red meat, which means I'm acquiring the habit of eating only poultry and seafood. So far so good. That's going in my Count-ups too.

I figure that I can also wean myself off the bad stuff I take in. It worked with soda and it worked with cigarettes.

First quarter grade:
75%

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