Day 4

Honestly, today was feeling a little bit sloppy when it came to my List items, but after a quick review, I've actually done pretty well and hit the target on almost everything. I'm yet to crack open the Bible, and it's sitting on the table having a silent showdown with the DVDs I just hired, but I reckon I can at least manage a few verses maybe while the previews roll. I'm sure there's a large percentage of readers (at least two out of the remaining three *wink*) who wonder why I bother with this and why it is even on my List at all. Fair enough.

To explain, let me just say that I also believe whole-heartedly that tooth-brushing is important to dental health, and that pelvic floor exercises are important for retaining continence in later life. Both dental health and continence are things I value highly. Yet the immediate often overwhelms the long-term, and I find that while these simple tasks are not unpleasant, I can easily dissuade myself from them by finding far easier and more pleasant things to do instead. It comes back to discipline. I actually quite enjoy reading my Bible, but it is a challenge and not a relaxing, mind-numbing read like, say, Matilda (Roald Dahl - which is what I'm lulling myself to sleep with this week). But if you think of the Bible as like spiritual health food, it's quite chewy, and sometimes you just pass over the chewy stuff in favour of melt-in-your-mouth fairy floss fiction. In the bigger picture, though, I don't want to end up fat and frumpy with a soul muffin top, so I will persevere. Nothing worse than a know-it-all Christian who is religious about freaking everything, with no basis for the performance.

Before

So that's my reasoning for number 16. Either that, or maybe I just have an 'inner nun' that is screaming to get out, put on a habit, and fondle rosary beads. Anyway.

After

Thanks for the face-washing/bathroom advice. I opened a can of blitz on my bathroom today, and the results are quite pleasing - although subtle, and probably not really noticeable to the naked male eye. (That's naked 'male eye', not 'naked male' eye... errr, never mind.) Anyway, I'm happy with it, and I plan on skipping upstairs shortly, popping on my freshly bleached, blinding white bathrobe, and splashing glamourously about in there. Might be my imagination, but my skin is perhaps a fraction clearer?

My skin cleaning station :)

The plant has four new leaves, the dog is ignoring his overflowing food bowl, and McDonalds called today to ask what went wrong between us and to beg for a second chance... :) 

M xx