I collect stickers.
It started when I quit smoking. I used to walk into CVS and walk out with stickers instead of cigarettes (now you can't buy them there if you wanted to!), and it got a bit out of hand. People gift me with them, I buy them everywhere, and I just...I have a lot of stickers.
I didn't know what to do with this large collection after it got large, so I decided I would write letters, smother them in stickers and send them to people. I committed to one letter a day, and I did that for probably 8 or 9 months, but then my Baby Boy died, and I could barely commit to living, let alone anything else.
I also decided I had to do something about the Indiana and quitting smoking weight gain. I realized I had to put my priorities in order and then live by that order, and sitting on my rump writing letters didn't jive with the weight loss thing.
I then made a pact with myself that I will only write a letter when I meet my step goal for the day. Between walking to and from work, going to the gym (walking there, too), and traversing a university building for bathroom breaks, it was pretty easy to meet the 11,000 goal for myself.
Once I moved back to DC, I still was meeting my step goal, but not as much. I was at home, so I could use my recumbent bike all day long if I wanted to.
Then, I got my old job back, and that was the second-to-last nail in the coffin. There just isn't that much walking to do there. It's too far to walk, the bathroom is closer, my files and the printer are nearby, so even filing or printing one page at a time isn't doing that much for me. I would go home and use the bike, but often, I'd just have too many steps left to get there. I was meeting the goal once a week.
And this week, the bike broke.
Not broke-broke. It still pedals, but it makes a loud knocking noise that is untenable for me. Note to anyone who knows anyone or is in the DC area--I'll give it away if you come pick it up. I'm planning to put it on Freecycle. It knocks, but I bet someone with a small amount of mechanical knowledge could open it up and fix it. I'm just not that guy. PM me if interested.
So now. Now...what a shame. I've been taking the doggie on long walks, but that's still not enough, either. My step goal is as elusive as the butterfly tiptoeing past T-Bone's door.
But then, a shred of hope. The Washington Post gave me the justification I needed to alleviate my Glow Getter Guilt:
So I'm moving on. I want to write my letters. I love my letters. I need to use up my stickers or I feel weird buying more. I'm behind on my correspondence. It took me a month to finish my last letter (in fairness, that was the Mack Daddy of letters. It was a big letter). I no longer have to get 11,000 steps to be allowed to do it.
My new goal is that I can write my letters if I get less than 1500 calories. Weight loss is 80% diet, right? That's what "they" say!
And it's attainable to my new lifestyle, at least until I get a new bike.