Does The Look of This Blog Describe Me As A Person?

As you can see, I'm looking for a new look. Not that I don't like the same basic design that I've had since 2004, I just figured maybe part of my apathy towards this whole thing is that I'm tired of seeing it.

Now the problem is finding a theme that lines up with me as a person. And since I find it hard to leave the house without changing my shoes (or at least thinking about it) once or twice, it might take some time before I find a theme that I'm comfortable with.

In the meantime, I just now realized that I've had this blog since 2004. Which is a long time, and pretty unbelievable. 7 years. Or maybe 6, since last year it was pretty much in hibernation. Still. Maybe I'm more dedicated to this than I give myself credit for.

I'll also give a shout-out to my first blog. From 10 years ago. It still exists. Although not in the super awesome original format. It looked a little more like the old-timey internet. I was mostly preoccupied with dissing George W. Bush, and finding internet article about science.

So there it is. And judging by my old blog, there it will sit for a long time. Even if I don't do anything about it.

P.S. Some of the links on WigglePuppy still work. Make sure you check out "Paint By Numbers". The username/password for that blog is long lost in my brain so I can't unlink the bad ones.

Here's to Excuses

I've decided that my goal for this week (which relates back to my New Year's Megaresolution) is to get back in the habit of tracking all of my calories. I know this is probably one of the least exciting things in the world to write about. So - my bad.

I was so good about it before I started working two jobs. Then all my healthy habits flew right out the window because when you only have about 20 minutes to eat between jobs, those Golden Arches are pretty quick and convenient. And cheap. I've managed to get in the habit of packing my breakfast and lunch with me to work, but taking three meals was getting a little ridiculous. And, cooking and eating dinner at 10 or 11 when I finally got home was pretty much impossible. Mostly because doing dishes at 11:30pm is pretty terrible.

Those are my excuses. Work, work and more work. I'm not even going to get started on the huge piles of snow and ice and slush on my running route. Because that is a whole different goal for the week, and a whole different pack of reasons why I can't do the healthy things that I should be doing. But that's another (not particularly exciting to anyone but me) blog post for another day.

January 1.0

Last year was a terrible year for this blog. Lost inspiration, lost motivation, but in the end I missed doing it.

So we begin again with the best of intentions.

This is one of the first years in a long time that I've actually written down some New Year's Resolutions. I'm trying my best not to be pessimistic about them. Or cynical about the whole idea. One of those includes updating this puppy regularly. Right now, I'm trying for every two weeks. (Hopefully I can get up to once a week, but let's be realistic.)

Maybe I can get Morsa over there to join in the fun. And then maybe good ol' Bungalow Bill won't be the only one posting away.

Happy New Year and Wish Me Luck