I joke about being obsessed with numbers, but few people know how obsessive I really am over them. I count the clothes pins as I hang my clothes on the line, in sets of ten. When I swim, I count the strokes it takes me to get across the pool. At the same time, I count the kicks per stroke and strive hard to keep it at four. When I bike, I count how many pedal rotations get me up a hill. If nobody is talking to me, I count my steps as I walk. I pretend it's because I want to make sure my Fitbit is accurate but I counted them long before I got a Fitbit. Did you know I walk an average of 6,000 steps by 2 pm each day? If I realize I am not getting close to that 6,000 by two, I go for a walk because it would throw off my pattern of averages. So what did I do today? I took off my Fitbit. Time to add some chaos to my life. Baby steps. I plan on doing some painting and I'm even gonna let myself get paint on me when I do it. To keep myself from counting the paint strokes, I plan to throw on some loud music. I threw away the numbers . . . that is what I did today.
Saturday, January 2, 2016
What I Did Today
Dear Diary,
I joke about being obsessed with numbers, but few people know how obsessive I really am over them. I count the clothes pins as I hang my clothes on the line, in sets of ten. When I swim, I count the strokes it takes me to get across the pool. At the same time, I count the kicks per stroke and strive hard to keep it at four. When I bike, I count how many pedal rotations get me up a hill. If nobody is talking to me, I count my steps as I walk. I pretend it's because I want to make sure my Fitbit is accurate but I counted them long before I got a Fitbit. Did you know I walk an average of 6,000 steps by 2 pm each day? If I realize I am not getting close to that 6,000 by two, I go for a walk because it would throw off my pattern of averages. So what did I do today? I took off my Fitbit. Time to add some chaos to my life. Baby steps. I plan on doing some painting and I'm even gonna let myself get paint on me when I do it. To keep myself from counting the paint strokes, I plan to throw on some loud music. I threw away the numbers . . . that is what I did today.
I joke about being obsessed with numbers, but few people know how obsessive I really am over them. I count the clothes pins as I hang my clothes on the line, in sets of ten. When I swim, I count the strokes it takes me to get across the pool. At the same time, I count the kicks per stroke and strive hard to keep it at four. When I bike, I count how many pedal rotations get me up a hill. If nobody is talking to me, I count my steps as I walk. I pretend it's because I want to make sure my Fitbit is accurate but I counted them long before I got a Fitbit. Did you know I walk an average of 6,000 steps by 2 pm each day? If I realize I am not getting close to that 6,000 by two, I go for a walk because it would throw off my pattern of averages. So what did I do today? I took off my Fitbit. Time to add some chaos to my life. Baby steps. I plan on doing some painting and I'm even gonna let myself get paint on me when I do it. To keep myself from counting the paint strokes, I plan to throw on some loud music. I threw away the numbers . . . that is what I did today.
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