Tonight, loyal reader, I stretched my ears to a 14 gauge. That means I’ll probably stay at a 14 for a few weeks, then move on to 12, 10, 8, 6….and probably stop there, although I have tapers in my kit up to a 00. Maybe 4. I have been wanting to do this for a long time, and now that I have hair that properly covers my ears in a professional manner, I can do it. I’m hoping my weight goes down with each taper, that would be a lovely matching of what I want and what I have. 

I have a lot of changing to do. 
This week, I realized that my credit card debt wouldn’t simply dissolve itself,  my weight was climbing, and generally I needed to get my shit together. I will not buy alcohol for the next three months, until I’ve paid off my credit card debt. That probably means a lot less drinking. I also need to start working out regularly, because I am getting fatter daily. I’m frankly miserable in the body I have accrued, like so much driftwood (fat) after a storm (moving to Utah). I cannot tolerate it any longer. And spending less and thus drinking less will help weight loss happen, so I’m all lined up for success. 

Unless I fail. Unless I lose momentum and teeter off the wagon. That is where I would normally ask you, loyal reader, to help me out. But I can’t rely on the nameless faceless Internet to make me be a badass. I have to do it myself. I have to soldier on without support from the outside. Can I do this? Will I? We will see. 

Seriously though, isn’t Cormac adorable in that pic? Priorities, people.