In December, i set forth to un-fuck a few aspects of my life. Nothing huge, just a few necessary course corrections. It’s going well…
Finger Un-fucking: After a referral by my general practitioner to a hand surgeon, i was dreading the complications of a surgical “slice and dice”. Fortunately, this particular surgeon is not a meat cowboy, and wisely prescribed a bit of physical therapy. Not ruptured tendons, but shredded ligaments. The resulting scar tissue was keeping my finger curled up like a claw. Three weeks of PT, and significant improvements had been achieved by mid-February. i continue to sleep in a splint, do my finger exercises, and occasionally wear the spring-loaded torture device prescribed by my therapist. 95% recovered, without spilling blood. Although i will continue therapy on my own, i consider my finger officially un-fucked.
Space Un-fucking: January saw me tearing through boxes in the garage and storage room. Many of them full of shrapnel moved into the new place in 2008 by my daughter – she had been preparing for her studies in Beirut as we prepared to move from our previous home. This led to many boxes of “un-sorted shit”. Much of that shit has now been sorted. The trash disposed of, treasures re-packed and safely stored – and dozens of bags and boxes taken to the local thrift store for recycling. Not only tackling her stuff, i got through much of my own. Two Jeep-loads* cleared in January. February and March have been full of entertaining distractions, but i plan to get back to this in April. My goal is at least one Jeep-load per month removed from my home – trash, or thrift store, i will continue to reduce my footprint in the homestead.
Progress? Check! An on-going battle, though…
Body Un-fucking: It hasn’t been fun, but it’s working. As of this morning, down 15 pounds since the end of December. Picked up a regular gym habit, wearing (and using) my fitbit for accountability, and making changes in my food habits – to include portion control, calorie counting, and ‘just saying no’ to the things that will slow down progress. i feel better, have more energy, and have noticed looser clothing. Granted, this is my ‘fat’ wardrobe, but being able to take off a pair of jeans without unbuttoning them feels good – especially when they were a bit snug a few months ago.
Having Studley as my ‘accountability buddy’ has been essential — he’s down 35 pounds, and has already approached his goal for the year. i am both delighted and annoyed by this… He promises to remain my accountability buddy, and workout buddy.
Hmmm…. i guess that makes him my “un-fuck” buddy…
So there’s the score card for the first three months. Not bad. There’s another thing that’s been dogging me that i’m going to add for the upcoming quarter. A project that stalled due to a vexing technical challenge – the holidays got in the way, too.
A year ago, i tackled a ridiculous project. Tearing down a broken upright piano at the theater, i carted it home piece by piece, and re-assembled it in my basement. It is going to become something else – a Frankenstein piece for my party palace. When i hit a serious hurdle in November, i parked the project, with hopes of getting back to it in January.
But i didn’t.
So now, i shall un-fuck my MacGyver project, and get back to work. Leaving such things unfinished is simply not how i like to roll.
There will be another quarterly update at the end of June. It is my intention to have hauled at least three more Jeep-loads of ‘stuff’ out of my home. It is my intention to be at least 15 pounds lighter than i am today. It is my intention to have overcome my technical roadblock, and be well on my way to completing the piano conversion.
* “Jeep-load” is an acceptable volumetric unit of measure in these parts. For conversion purposes, “10 Jeep-loads” = “1 Shit-load”.