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Jan. 18th, 2005 10:20 pmSunday I tied my old record/goal for squats by doing 6 reps at 125 lb with only semi-crappy form. And I also set a new record for hamstring curls: 90 pounds. Whether this is good or not is open for discussion, since a) my lower body is starting to steal muscle from my upper body and b) needless to say, today I'm paying for those few moments of ego boost. But it felt good at the time. I had good stretchies that day too. :)
My body and my job are about the only two things I'm happy about at the moment. I know, a statement like that is ridiculous since those (along with marriage status, which is also fine) are probably THE two most important things in my life. But it's my blog, and I like little things as well as big things. And speaking of blog: I haven't been happy about not writing in that enough lately either. Writing is catharsis, even stupid writing. I've been skipping it because I'm afraid I have nothing to say. Kind of like I sat down to sketch on Sunday night, with full intention of doing a semi-H.R. Giger sort of montage, and didn't really succeed (though I did draw half of a naked woman with leaves and branches for hair and a rather fetching scornful impression. Maybe someday I'll figure out what picture she's in the middle of). It just, and I know I'm whining here, gets OLD when I don't know what I'm up to with finances or with anything that could be considered art or sport, and it stretches on for weeks. Bah! I blame the malaise of Januaries as well as my own lazy self.
Well, I'm trying to lift the malaise. I've been looking at yoga schedules and getting somewhat excited about the next place. And I have had one thing come clear to me very suddenly, and that is that it's time, or past time, to get back into the stock market again. Reading Rich Dad, Poor Dad didn't impress me as much as I was hoping, but I've always been into the whole "your money should be working for you, rather than you (just) working for your money" thing, and between that and trying to refigure my budget I suddenly remembered how much fun I used to have with investing. This time I'll probably be playing with less money than before, but more patience, and I'll stay well away from the glamour stocks... it'll go better. There are a few other nonstock things I want to learn about too.
My body and my job are about the only two things I'm happy about at the moment. I know, a statement like that is ridiculous since those (along with marriage status, which is also fine) are probably THE two most important things in my life. But it's my blog, and I like little things as well as big things. And speaking of blog: I haven't been happy about not writing in that enough lately either. Writing is catharsis, even stupid writing. I've been skipping it because I'm afraid I have nothing to say. Kind of like I sat down to sketch on Sunday night, with full intention of doing a semi-H.R. Giger sort of montage, and didn't really succeed (though I did draw half of a naked woman with leaves and branches for hair and a rather fetching scornful impression. Maybe someday I'll figure out what picture she's in the middle of). It just, and I know I'm whining here, gets OLD when I don't know what I'm up to with finances or with anything that could be considered art or sport, and it stretches on for weeks. Bah! I blame the malaise of Januaries as well as my own lazy self.
Well, I'm trying to lift the malaise. I've been looking at yoga schedules and getting somewhat excited about the next place. And I have had one thing come clear to me very suddenly, and that is that it's time, or past time, to get back into the stock market again. Reading Rich Dad, Poor Dad didn't impress me as much as I was hoping, but I've always been into the whole "your money should be working for you, rather than you (just) working for your money" thing, and between that and trying to refigure my budget I suddenly remembered how much fun I used to have with investing. This time I'll probably be playing with less money than before, but more patience, and I'll stay well away from the glamour stocks... it'll go better. There are a few other nonstock things I want to learn about too.
