Day 90

I've been thinking about my goals for year 34 and all I can think about are my bad habits. I'm going to lay it all out there and share my bad habits, sneaky secrets, etc. Well maybe not *all* of it. Here is the some of the dark truth about me.

I don't floss regularly; I lie to the dentist about this and seem to be fooling them so far. Joke will be on me when my teeth fall out.

I have trouble not eating sweets.

I don't know what kombucha is and I don't care enough to google it.

I am terribly critical of myself and others.

I watch garbage television and neglect the stacks of books I could be reading.

I hate to exercise for the sake of exercise.

I wait until I'm almost out of clothes to do laundry, then need to do a gajillion loads at once.

I leave my dishes in the sink and they magically disappear.

I don't scoop the litterbox enough, so A has taken it over as her duty; Sid was my cat so I feel bad but not bad enough to do it myself.

I delay calling friends back.

I delay almost anything I can manage to put off.

I get terrible anxiety before traveling. Not the fearful, panicky about the trip kind but the random snappy and cranky kind of anxious.

I'm a clutter bug. My table is covered in mail. I save things that are junk. Not a hoarder but not a minimalist either.

I take cabs way too often; it's embarrassing to see how much I spend on avoiding the bus or waking up 15 minutes earlier.

I complain a lot.

I dress terribly but am too lazy/disinterested to try harder.

My house is covered in dust and cat hair.

I brush my hair when it's wet; I don't even own a wide-toothed comb.

I don't wear sunscreen regularly even though I'm a fair-skinned, freckled red head with a history of skin cancer before age 25. I vainly go for the "clear complexion" moisturizer to fight zits rather than the kind with sunscreen.

This is getting tedious so I'll stop there but know the list is much longer. Now to strategize for some self-improvement.