Challenge: Day 19

Write Your Own Eulogy.

Eff that. I'm not doing this one. What do you want me to say? He was born in New York, swam, got married, (maybe) had a bunch of kids, and then died. Let me actually do some living first. P.S. I'd prefer if my tombstone read something like this:

Challenge: Day 18

Schedule a Physical Exam

Well, before last year I hadn't seen a doctor in nearly six years. So that's probably why this is on the Man Month list. Whatever. I'll do it. I need my balls groped by an old lady while the nurse stands in the room to make sure no foul play occurs like I need chocolate chip pancakes. I want chocolate chip pancakes. What is she going to tell me? "Eric, you're pretty heavy." "Yeah, but I'm not fat and all of my blood numbers are within the healthy range." "Still, I want to see you give up red meat and chicken skins on them and to lose weight." "But I'm healthy, healthiest mutha fucka that this office has ever seen. I just also happen to have gigantic thighs and neck."

Yup, I can see where this is going.

Challenge: Day 17

Find Your N.U.T.s

Your Non-negotiable Unalterable Terms. I'm fairly lenient so I guess this might be a tough one for me. I guess they would be:

I will exercise 5 days per week barring a vacation or catastrophic event.

Punctuality is key. Being late is a sign to me that you don't give a fuck.

I will eat meat at 26/27 meals per week.

Not giving a fuck.

I guess that's a good start. I could add that I ought to be devoted to my wife, my work and blah, blah, blah. But whatever, that shit gets done even if I don't write it down. Whatever, fuck.

Challenge: Day 17

Talk to Strangers

Umm, I guess because i'm hardly kidnapable that it's ok now? Homie needs some more friends. Homie doesn't have the opportunity to talk to strangers, really. I literally spend every waking moment at work, the gym or with my wife. Just the social butterfly.