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365 Days of 27: What does this mean?
I just turned 27. I'm out of shape. I feel guilty about this. I hate running. I love crab rangoons too much. Which leads to more guilt. You can see how this downward spiral began, and it has recently become more of a tailspin which feels nearly impossible to recover from, as if I am plummeting to the ground -- indeed, my grave (that's how dramatic/upset about birthdays I get) -- at some unreasonable speed. In my last days of 26 I felt like I was hurdling towards a barrel of lard and shame. But I've jammed on the brakes (to completely ruin the whole tailspin/plane metaphor, since I doubt a pilot ever exclaims, mid-air, "Jam on the brakes! Lard ahead!") because I've developed a plan that started the very first day I turned 27, and this blog will document my journey through getting in shape (which starts out in a very lazy way, and may or may not progress to moderately strenuous) and building a better foundation for all of my future years. If you know anything about me, you know that birthdays for me are days of reflection which ultimately end in stark horror and a deep sadness at how brief this life is, especially the way I've been living it.
So, why is this called an Experiment in Failure? Quite reasonably because every other plan I have ever had to change my life has been an utter waste of time -- a complete failure, if you will. These plans also usually last for less than 24 hours before I forget all about them, my face deep into a bucket of rangoons. But my 365 Days of 27 plan accounts for this in ways you can't even imagine -- the plan is THAT lazy. This plan is all about enjoying life and crab rangoons and very gradually changing my lifestyle and leading a positive, happy life, something that I think we all try to accomplish, yet is oddly elusive. I know I can't make any immediate leaps and bounds -- those inevitably fail. This blog would last about two days if I tried to do something drastic. You also probably won't hear about me losing tons of weight, or getting a ripped bod in a matter of days. What you will hear about is my 365 day plan to make a better me, who still eats crab rangoons but may not feel quite so guilty. I invite you to come on this journey with me--maybe we can both feel less guilty about enjoying life too much! By the end of the 365 days, on the eve of 28, I should be a happier and more contented person, if this plan is successful. We shall see.
In my 27 years, I can tell you what I have learned: life is too short to eat cabbage, but it is also too short to eat crab rangoons every day. I'm trying to find that balance.
So, why is this called an Experiment in Failure? Quite reasonably because every other plan I have ever had to change my life has been an utter waste of time -- a complete failure, if you will. These plans also usually last for less than 24 hours before I forget all about them, my face deep into a bucket of rangoons. But my 365 Days of 27 plan accounts for this in ways you can't even imagine -- the plan is THAT lazy. This plan is all about enjoying life and crab rangoons and very gradually changing my lifestyle and leading a positive, happy life, something that I think we all try to accomplish, yet is oddly elusive. I know I can't make any immediate leaps and bounds -- those inevitably fail. This blog would last about two days if I tried to do something drastic. You also probably won't hear about me losing tons of weight, or getting a ripped bod in a matter of days. What you will hear about is my 365 day plan to make a better me, who still eats crab rangoons but may not feel quite so guilty. I invite you to come on this journey with me--maybe we can both feel less guilty about enjoying life too much! By the end of the 365 days, on the eve of 28, I should be a happier and more contented person, if this plan is successful. We shall see.
In my 27 years, I can tell you what I have learned: life is too short to eat cabbage, but it is also too short to eat crab rangoons every day. I'm trying to find that balance.
