Interested in hearing what goes on in the mind of a life coach/aerobics instructor? While it can be a bizarre place, it's always entertaining...mostly at my expense. Witness my struggle/dance/frustration/celebration with change as I stray out of my comfort zone and encounter other brave and interesting souls along the way.

Friday, July 30, 2004

Action is Always Better Than Inaction

Whenever you are avoiding some sort of chore or project, repeat that subject line to yourself. Remember that even doing something small to handle a situation is generally better than doing nothing at all. Why risk the possibility that delay will allow the problem to balloon into something much larger?

Note that the line is "action" is better, not "reaction." I am not talking about a knee-jerk sort of approach to a crisis. Take your time to think of a thoughtful respone, by all means. But the key is to shift into action rather than sink into paralysis.

"Regret for wasted time is just more wasted time." --Mason Cooley

Have a great (and productive) weekend!

Thursday, July 29, 2004

5 Ways to Tell If You Are an Aerobics Junkie

1) You listen to dance music in your car, your house, on your mp3 player.
2) 2/3rds of your closet is used to house workout wear.
3) When in class, if an instructor says, "OK, next we are going to do 200 push-ups followed by some medicine ball work and a series of back-flips," you respond with, "Cool!" ("Awesome!" is also acceptable.)
4) You know where and when to find your favorite instructors on a daily basis but can't remember what time your partner comes gets up, leaves the house, or comes home.
5) You identify people, not by name but by what they wear and where they stand in class, as in, "You know who I mean, the girl with the green leotard who shows up 5 minutes late and stands in the 2nd row on the left as you face the mirror."

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

The Odyssey--Not a Good Sign

Ugh, you know you're in trouble when, just an hour after your workout, you have trouble sitting down or standing up. This is not good. If I feel this way today, what will tomorrow bring?

And so the quest to stay in shape continues...

Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Can't Think of Anything to Blog

I have been working on the computer almost all day. My eyeballs are so dry that my contact lenses have fused to their surface. My brain feels a bit fuzzy and my attention span is shot.

There are so many exciting projects that I am working on, but they are all in the beginning phases and so are quite labor intensive with, as yet, no concrete payoff. Still, the promise of much fun and zing compels me to continue my internet research, my article writing, my presenter application hunting.

But for now, time to give it a rest, I think.

See you tomorrow.

Sunday, July 25, 2004

Generation Gap Revisited

A few months ago, I blogged how when my mom and I played a game that required us to name a singer whose name started with "p," she wrote down Pat Boone and I wrote Puff Daddy. Haha. What a clear illustration that we come from different generations!

Yesterday we attended a play in Laguna Beach titled, "Forever Plaid." Most of the songs in the musical are from the 50s, which suited the Saturday matinee crowd well. At one point, the singers merged an oldie, "Sh Boom" with the lyrics to Ricky Martin's "She Bangs." As I laughed hysterically, I slowly realized that I WAS THE ONLY ONE LAUGHING. Everyone else just watched politely, enjoying the singing, while probably wondering who was laughing so loudly and why. I suspect that the average age of the audience was somewhere in the mid-50s, so it was no surprise that the joke went over their head. Somehow, I felt a bit superior since I was the only one who seemingly got it.

Then it was payback time. To the strains of "Lady of Spain," the cast of 4 performed the entire "Ed Sullivan Show" in the space of "3 minutes and 11 seconds." From such stunts as plate spinning, juggling, and dogs jumping through hoops to the comedy of hand puppets, men in dresses, and fire eating, the audience roared. While I could only appreciate the absurdity of the acts themselves, I am sure that everyone else was caught up in their own private jokes.

Just a reminder to never get too smug. Ah, what goes around, comes around.

Saturday, July 24, 2004

What a Relief!

Do you know the feeling when you reach for your wallet or cash, you fumble around in a pocket or purse and realize that it's not there? And then you check again, even though you know it's not there. Somehow, you hope that you overlooked it even though a pocket is a pocket with no place to hide.

I just had the displeasure of experiencing that rising feeling of panic. How much cash was in my wallet? When was the last time I had it? Could I have dropped it in the street? Should I cancel my credit cards? Can I drive without my license? Will I have to go the DMV to get a new one? Am I SURE it's not in my purse which I've checked about 5 times already???

Fortunately, my sister-in-law discovered that I left it in her car this afternoon on the way back from a play, "Forever Plaid." Relief. Yet also a feeling of stupidity. Oh, I feel like this topic might be a good one to address in the near future. Do you know what's in your wallet? Is everything replaceable? Necessary? Too tired to bang out a full article so you will have to wait.

Here's to keeping a close eye on your money in more ways than one.

Friday, July 23, 2004

The Odyssey--Obesity Wars

OK, I just read in the LA Times that Paul Campos, a professor at the University of Colorado, says that all the hoopla over rising obesity rates are just hype and scare tactics. He says that some studies actually show that leaner people have been shown to have a lower life expectancy rate than those whose BMI ranks them as mildly obese.

Truly, what the studies show is that, often it is easy to make any study prove your point.

The bottom line is, dieting alone is not the answer. Lean people who do not exercise are not healthier than those with a bit of excess weight who are fit. Movement is necessary. Why do people crave that quick fix (a pill, a diet, a 5 minute workout) to give them the life of their dreams? Why do we as a nation adopt the battle cry, "Avoid exercise at all costs"?

Did a game of dodgeball or Red Rover cause that much mental trauma when we were kids to compel us to forego any sort of exercise as adults? I would be curious to know what you think about this...

Thursday, July 22, 2004

Snapshot from IDEA: True Courage

The last timeslot on the very last day of a 4 day conference is generally the place they shift the instructors or classes that are lowest on the totem. It's not fair really. Why put the newbie instructors in a timeslot where they basically have no chance of success? Why not put some of the heavy hitter there--folks that are guaranteed to pack them in?

Anyway, the last session of the conference that I attended was a truly courageous offering from a bonafide heavy hitter, Keli Roberts. She has been around the fitness industry for many years and is well respected, even winning the instructor of the year award in 2004. The topic of her lecture was "The Pathway to Self-Acceptance."

During this session, Keli revealed the trauma she suffered for many years due to her struggle with eating disorders. Now the fitness industry, sadly, is often obsessed with looks and the "ideal" body type. Keli was our idol. Fiercely fit, beautiful enough to be a model, cute Australian accent, and very articulate. However, here she was describing how when she was at the top of the fitness ladder, she was at her lowest in her battles with anorexia and bulimia.

Eating disorders are insidious and affect a much larger segment of the population than most people acknowledge. Having worked at a university gym for nearly 10 years, I witnessed, suspected, and heard about many unhealthy habits of "typical" coeds. As a manager in the fitness industry, I listened while instructors told their own stories. But what troubled me most, I think, is the fact that no one REALLY talks about it. Everyone silenting agrees that there is a problem, but nothing is said out loud, in a public forum, and the problem persists.

I think it's wonderful and necessary for someone with "celebrity" status, like Keli, to stand up, share her story, and say, "This is happening. This is a problem." If for no other reason than to let those who are suffering know that someone out there understands what they are going through. Someone dwelt in their dungeon and fought their way out. That might provide hope, and thus, the start of healing.

Bravo, Keli! I just wish IDEA hadn't shuffled her off to the last session of the last day.

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

More Lessons from a 4-Year Old

Just came back from spending time with my brother's family in Irvine, California. My 4-year old nephew, Colton, has a really hard time saying "I'm sorry." I mean a R-E-A-L-L-Y hard time. To the point where he would rather be punished than apologize.

It seems to me that there are an awful lot of adults who feel the same way. I see people who go way out of their way to concoct elaborate schemes just to weasel out of saying, "Hey, I am so sorry that what I did was thoughtless or hurtful or just plain wrong." I read about public figures who at best, manage to issue a statement along the lines of, "I apologize if whatever I said was taken the wrong way and people felt offended by my words or actions." It's never just, "I'm sorry."

My nephew seems to struggle with it because he doesn't have the emotional capacity to deal with the fact that he hurt someone either physically by being too boisterous or emotionally by not sharing his toys. I think he loves the illusion that the world revolves completely around him and that the notion that he is required to be responsible for his actions sends that illusion crashing to the ground.

Well, he is 4. What's everyone else's excuse?

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

The Odyssey--I Am Not a Morning Person

Well, OK, that's not completely true. I suppose hard core non-morning people would scoff at me because I am usually up by 6:30am. Plus I was out the door and riding my bike to the gym this morning at 6:15am.

What I noticed today was that no one wants to talk at the gym at 6:30 in the morning. There are plenty of people there. A surprising amount really. There we all are, pumping along on the elliptical trainer, lifting weights, or working on our inner thighs on the Cybex equipment. And yet, save for the annoying 80s music blaring from the speakers, there is barely a sound.

Not that I am saying this is necessarily a bad thing. I am the person least likely to be cheerful at that hour. (Hmmm, maybe that's not entirely true either.) I just thought that morning people would be up and at 'em and fine with it. What's my point here? Maybe I should sleep on it and report back at 6am.

Monday, July 19, 2004

Snapshot from IDEA: How Surfing is Like Life

Here is what I learned from my few hours of "surfing" at Mission Beach in San Diego last week:
 

Top 10 Reasons Surfing is Like Life 

1) Floating can be nice, but it doesn't get you anywhere: Being passive might get you a pleasant ride, but you lay yourself at the mercy of the forces that surround you. C'mon, get up and take charge!
2) Watch your head: The first thing they taught us (well maybe the 2nd thing after learning how to scare away the sting rays) was how to come up and out of the water after a wipe out. Always protect your face and head from danger (your board or someone else's.) In life, when you end up in a mess, beware of the fall out.
3) Assume that the others around you know even less than you do: Don't rely on the "expertise" of those around you. They might be just as clueless as you are!
4) Sometimes it is necessary to let go: Hanging onto your board for dear life is a bit like never taking the training wheels off your bike. You might never experience a spectacular wipe-out, but you don't look too pretty and you rarely get very far.
5) Keep an eye on where you want to go rather than where you don't want to go: If you want to avoid slamming into that mother frolicking in the surf with her kids, train your eye on the open spaces instead of their horrified faces.  Inevitably, your board will go where you're looking.  Hannah Moore, an English playwright wrote, "Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off the goal."  Avoid the obstacles by looking at where you want to go.
6) Timidity rarely yields results: Taking risks is necessary in learning how to surf. Because I hesitated to pop up to my feet, I frequently got caught in the no man's land of riding in on my knees. Being more aggressive would have earned me more spectacular wipe-outs in the beginning as well as quicker success in the end.
7) No one is watching you: Really. They are all worried about how they are doing (or trying to avoid that mother and her kids). Even if someone is watching and they witness you ending up head first in the sand, so what? Stop taking yourself so seriously.
8) Learn from your mistakes: Never see anything as a defeat. See it as a challenge or a setback, learn from it, and move on.
9) It's not the destination, but the journey that counts: Sounds like a car commercial, doesn't it?  Enjoy the moment while you can because sooner or later you have to head back to the office. If you keep yourself rigidly glued to your performance, you might miss out on a whole world of experience (the smell of the ocean, the pelicans flying low overhead, the exhilarating pull of the waves, the scrub of the sand).
10) Life is short, Dude.  Have fun!  Again, don't take yourself so seriously. Cowabunga! 

Sunday, July 18, 2004

Snapshot from IDEA: Happy Birthday, Devin

OK, it wasn't really his birthday, but I agreed to take a surf lesson with my friend, Devin, despite the fact that a) I am not a water person b) I have never engaged in any sort of water sport c) I have a terrible sense of balance d) I knew the main reason he wanted to go was to make jokes at my expense.

However, I agreed to the outing, despite my better judgement and told him it was a belated birthday present and would have to cover Labor Day, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas as well because it would be the gift that kept on giving. I knew that he would be able to conjure up hilarious images of me, sputtering in a wetsuit for many months to come.

The result? Could it possibly have been as bad as I feared? Did Devin snort too much sea water when laughing at me? Tune in tomorrow as I reveal my Top Ten Lessons Learned from Surfing.

The Odyssey--No Weigh

I have decided that it's never a good idea to step on the scale. If I'm feeling good about myself, it's not worth the risk of ruining that by seeing the "wrong" number on that digital monster. And if I'm feeling tired, bloated, or just crappy, getting on the scale is almost guaranteed to make me feel worse.

I have decided to weigh myself MAYBE once a month, just to keep myself on track.

The rest of it is just the struggle with ongoing lifestyle choices: what I eat, how much I eat, how often I exercise, how often I strength train. If I can fall into a good routine in those areas, I figure the numbers on the scale don't really matter.

Now the big question is...do I train to run the Honolulu Marathon in December or not? Stay tuned.

Saturday, July 17, 2004

Snapshot from IDEA: Banzai!

Whose idea was it to start sessions at 7am? And how did I manage to drag myself to a cycling session at that ungodly hour on the third day of the conference, when the body starts to feel a bit heavier, the muscles a bit slower?

Thank goodness for the 5 men from Japan who also made it to class. I don't think any one of them had ever taken a spinning class before. Believe me, these classes are not for the faint of heart! But those boys, speaking little English, threw themselves heartily into the fray, following along and laughing with exhaustion. The one next to me looked like wanted to fall off his bike at one point, but with a little encouragement from me, he hit the last sprint hard.

After it was all over, they all congratulated each other, and I got a high five from my partner.

I wonder if I would have the courage to venture into a gym in a foriegn land? What an inspiration for me to see them opening themselves up to new experiences, much as children do, without self-consciousness or fear.

Friday, July 16, 2004

Snapshot from IDEA: Bring It On

At a fitness conference, people generally fall into 2 categories within any given session. The cynics vs. the newbies. The partiers vs. the competitors. And, most importantly, those who can dance vs. the rest of us.

The skill as a presenter is in inspiring a room full of 300 or so people, 100 of which can dance and the remainder of which couldn't shimmy if their life depended on it. I fall into the latter category. However, what a treat to take a class called Groove FX with instructor Marcus Irwin from Australia, who can make even the most self-conscious of us feel as though we're superstars.

An image that endures for me is seeing the hotel's cleaning crew lined up against one side of a ballroom, waiting with vaccuums and mops in hand, for us to finish class. And however much they tried to look bored or irritable because our antics were keeping them late on a Saturday afternoon, every once in a while you could see they were thoroughly enjoying the spectacle we put on, shaking those long lost hips, cracking imaginary whips, dancing on invisible gogo stages like divas, each and every one of us.

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Snapshot from IDEA--Surf's Up!

My friend, Devin, talked me into taking surf lessons at the fitness conference. One thing you should know about me right off the bat...I am not a water person.

I won't go into details here, but let me tell you, I learned some very valuable lessons that day, and not just applicable to wave riding. Oh, and my "friend" also "surprised" me by whipping out a disposable water proof camera mid-way through the event. Look out for a posted photo of me throttling him any day now.

Hi, My Name is Kim, and I'll Be Your Personal Cheerleader Today!

OK, someone just told me, during a step class I was teaching, that I was too happy.

Hmmmm.

Well, I did have a lot of coffee today, but not like double espressos or anything. Plus I could understand being annoyed with someone who is being bouncy at say, 6am on a Monday. But 7pm on Thursday night? That's prime time, baby!

Oh and BTW, if you take group exercise classes of any sort and you truly do believe the instructor is being annoyingly perky or "happy," do NOT point this out to them during class. This generally makes the instructor want to annoy you all the more. Just, an FYI...

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

IDEA Snapshot--6am

Don't ask me why, but for some reason, the organizers always schedule the first session of the day at 7am. Actually, we get to sleep in on Sunday because they delay the start until a barely civilized 8am. Woohoo!

If you were to position a webcam somewhere in the vicinity of the San Diego convention center and have it pan the streets between 6-6:30am, you would be greeted by images of bleary-eyed folks, mostly women, in fitness attire, searching in vain for a cafe that is open in the downtown district on the weekend. Where the heck is Starbucks when I need it?

The final day, I was so wasted, my colleague, Devin, and I managed to wander from place to place, in search of a caffiene source that was open for business. I was so overjoyed at finding a packed cafe in a hotel lobby, that I offered to buy breakfast. I get up to the cash register, open the wallet, and discover that I had actually forgotten to put more money in it, having spent it all on dinner the night before. Tragedy! At that point, I would have gotten in the back and started washing dishes if they would just give me a lousy cup of java. I was ready to trudge back to the hotel and crawl back into bed, when Devin gallantly pulled out his cash and saved the day.

I tell you, someone is failing to capitalize on this situation. We fitness professionals love caffiene & sugar, and lots of it! How else can we produce perkiness at 7am?

Monday, July 12, 2004

Snapshot from IDEA

Just a quick one tonight. I am still recovering from 4 days of non-stop interactions with aerobics instructors from all over the world. To give you an idea of just how physically and mentally draining a conference like IDEA (The International Dance & Exercise Association) can be, I collapsed for a 3-hour nap today. Sweet.

Here are some things I saw, overheard, or experienced: naked tai chi, flamenco dancing, women exercising with what looked like huge, plexiglass wings strapped to their arms, big hair, miniscule outfits, inspiring heroes, dubious cosmetic surgery, mega-vitamin jelly candy, outrageous step, go-go dancing, and other things that defy description.

More postcards later this week...

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

See Ya Soon

Well, I'm off to the wild and wacky world of group exercise. I'll be attending the IDEA conference in San Diego until Sunday and will have much, no doubt to report upon my return. Alas, I am not yet equipped with a laptop, which is a shame, especially since I read that San Diego is the wireless capitol of the world. If I have time to pop into an internet cafe, I might send a postcard.

Until then, take care.

More Lessons From a 4-Year Old

Always lovely to spend time with my nephews who are 4 and just a little over 2 weeks old. There is nothing quite like getting a new perspective on life from a child.

For instance, Kainoa, the 2-week old, has perfected the art of making sure his basic human needs are met. He cries for really only 3 reasons: he's hungry, he needs to burp, or his diaper needs changing. That's it. He has us trained to take care of those needs and once they're met, he shuts up and is his charming self and we can all enjoy him.

The 4-year old, Colton, is also pretty good at letting us know his requirements. Something I taught him yesterday was the phrase, "let's agree to disagree" while he was in a shouting match with my mom. Whether he understood it or not, it ended the fight and everyone seemed to come out a winner.

How can we, as adults in an adult world, make sure our needs are met on a daily basis so that we can be more authentically ourselves and therefore, a joy to be around? Just a thought.

Monday, July 05, 2004

The Odyssey--The Law of Inertia

Haha! I made it! I reached the magic number on the scale this morning with 2 days to spare. Woohoo! And I swear, I am never touching that vile piece of weight guessing machinery again. It is too sadistic.

The biggest lesson learned from all of this: it is much easier to gain weight than it is to lose it. I know that is kind of a "duh" statement. I simply put it out there as a word of caution to us all. Unless you are a teenager with the metabolism of an 8-year old, you need to walk that fine line between indulgence and starvation, fitness fanaticism and sloth.

But also a word of hope: once you get into a routine, it does get easier. It's the first step that's a killer. Remember Newton's law, "An object at rest tends to stay at rest and an object in motion tends to stay in motion..."

I can't say it any better than that.

Sunday, July 04, 2004

The Dreaded Dog Day of Summer

Happy 4th! What a great holiday, well, except not for dogs. My two mutts are currently cowering in the bathroom, panting with eyes wide and hearts racing. They absolutely cannot deal with those firecrackers going off. And nothing I can do will calm them down. Not even food! This is why I have shut them up in the bathroom where it is dark, confined and as quiet as it's going to get. Last year one of my dogs, Roscoe, spent the night hiding in the bathtub.

Dogs are like young children--they live completely in the moment. They play, sleep, and eat with abandon. And when excrutiatingly loud explosions are booming all over the neighborhood, they cannot be convinced that the world is not coming to a fiery end.

I had to let them out of the bathroom because the little one, Macey, began doing flips off the door. She is now panting from beneath my desk as I type. Poor thing. And yet, tomorrow is another day and all will be forgiven and forgotten. So many lessons to be learned from animals...

Saturday, July 03, 2004

The Odyssey--Nevermore?

Ooh, am I sore! There's nothing quite like being acutely aware of the articulations of your hamstrings as you walk, sit, stand, or basically, move in any way. I feel like a resident of the house of Usher: hyper-sensitive to the point of excruciating pain. Oh, the torment!

This is the price I pay for my early morning workout yesterday. That was the first time I lifted weights in over 3 months and let me tell you, my body is talking to me today.

Yet another reason not to fall off the wagon once you get an established workout routine.

Well, better a bit of pain now than big, stinking wads of it at next week's fitness conference, where I've paid a large sum of money for the privilege of exercising from 7am to 5:30pm for 4 days in a row. I'll be begging for the fall of the house of Usher to put me out of my misery. (BTW, my reference to Usher is in no way related to modern day music. Feel free to Google it if in doubt. We English majors can't resist the occasional obscure literary reference.)

Friday, July 02, 2004

LA Story--Fast Food for a Fast City

In addition to the rampant obsession with cars, Los Angeles prides itself on its fierce love of...hamburgers. Some even consider the City of Angels to be the birthplace of the hamburger as a sandwich served on a bun. Imagine that! Even if that bone of contention is still up for dispute, there is no denying the fact that it is incredibly easy to find a REALLY good burger here.

Did you know that Bob' Big Boy started here in the southland? Not to mention McDonald's, Carl's Jr., and Johnny Rockets. You might ask, is that necessarily a good thing? Either way, it seems a natural that within a city that loves its cars, hamburgers should be so embraced. They are the perfect car food, fast food, drive-through fare, whatever.

If you ever find yourself in town, make sure you check out In-and-Out (get the fries), The Original Tommy's (chili cheeseburgers 24/7!), Cassell's, Apple Pan, or Astro Burger.

Happy Fourth!

The Odyssey--Drumroll, Please

6:02am. Walked in the door of the local LA Fitness.

I could have gotten there even earlier....Because I went to bed a little late last night, I set my watch alarm for 5:45am. This watch is pretty ancient by digital watch standards. I'm not exactly sure how old it is but I distinctly remember a shop keeper just outside the Masai Mara wildlife reserve in Kenya trying to trade me some local crafts for it back in 1997. Over the last year, I suspect it has become slightly unreliable. I say suspect because in the case of mornings when I don't wake up at the appointed hour, I'm never sure if I slept through its insistent call or if it simply failed to work. Other days it goes off like, well, clockwork.

Let me tell you, posting a resolution on the internet is a bit like taking a dare. Somehow I felt an unknown presence, as if I was going to have to answer to someone, even if it was just my computer keyboard. So in my anxiety over the watch alarm in a will it or won't it way, I woke up at 5am and again at 5:22, and once more at 5:36 and finally out of bed at 5:44. What do you think happend at 5:45? Not a peep! Hah! At least now I know I am not losing my mind or my hearing.

Anyway, yes, I got to the gym and worked out this morning and felt great all day. I carefully avoided the scale so as not to get discouraged. Oh and the buffet was definitely worth it. Can't talk right now. I've got to go out and buy a new watch.

Thursday, July 01, 2004

The Odyssey--The 6am Intention

I didn't feel so hot this morning so I didn't go for a run as scheduled. As of this moment, 9:45pm, I am feeling pretty good. Now I know that there is a lunch scheduled at a buffet tomorrow. This is cruel and unusual punishment for anyone trying to lose weight.

Therefore, I am broadcasting right here, for all to see, that I intend to go to the gym tomorrow morning at 6am. As I typed that, I could feel my resolve weaken. Let me try that again...

I will go to the gym tomorrow morning at 6am to workout.
I will go to the gym tomorrow morning at 6am to workout.
I will go to the gym tomorrow morning at 6am to workout.

It's starting to sound a little better, but I might not be totally convinced.

Will I or won't I? Stay tuned.

3 Minutes

Regarding my post from a couple of days ago, I decided to take my own advice and try setting a goal with elimination in mind. What could I get rid of that would perhaps help me reach a larger goal? Or if not that specifically, how might my life be better?

Today I played the game of having an absence of delay.

Background: I have a habit of thinking even the most unimportant personal decisions to death. I am detail oriented which is great for setting up a business, organizing projects, staying on top of complicated jobs. But when it comes down to deciding what kind of shampoo to buy or which ISP to go with, I often overwhelm myself trying to sort through all the possibilities. This causes procrastination because I just don't want to deal with it, which in turn, causes much delay. This made the jettisoning of delay very tricky. To eliminate delay for me, meant no procrastination, which meant quick decisions needed to be made no matter what the consequences.

Scary? You bet.

The result? Let's just say I feel like I have gotten back at least an hour or two of my life in just one day. One example: An item on my to-do list had been gathering dust for some time. I needed to purchase a CD-carrying case for a confernece I am attending next week. Knowing my new motto, I zeroed in on a Circuit City while I was already out and about, walked in with a great sense of purpose, saw a case that would do the job, grabbed it, paid for it, and left. 3 minutes. Done. You probably don't realize how huge this was for me.

That's why this game is so great. I understand the significance and am encouraged to continue playing this game for a full week. Who knows...it might become a permanent way of life for me. Everyone else will find the game that shifts their way of thinking, that moves them into a different way of dealing with life, a new perspective. We typically know what we want more of: money, health, love, art. But what do you want less of? What would you like to get rid of altogether? What steps would you need to take to get rid of it for just one day? How's your schedule look for tomorrow? I'm open.