Grey Day? No … it’s Blue Monday!

I doubt it’s really true that the 3rd Monday in January is the most depressing day of the year for everyone. But it sure felt like it when I went outside for my predawn coffee & saw the ridge of icebergs that the snowplough left at the end of my driveway!

Blue Monday … Grey or Great?

I was aching from the shovelling activities of the previous day & I made the mistake of “treating” myself to some starch selections for dinner last night. Followed by sugary choices for dessert! I love cramming that junk into my face but there is always a price attached to it. Indigestion, poor sleep &, for me, some sugars & starches are mind altering substances. They bring my weight up & my mood down.

Since that terrible week of eating on the road at the beginning of the year, I’ve been doing reasonably well. I wouldn’t pretend that my head has been 100% in the game, but I’ve probably been around the 80% mark. I’m not checking in with my scale, that thing is heartless, merciless, so I’m going to leave that ’til the first of the month to come.

A little later, I went for predawn coffee number two. Taking my cigarettes with me, not even a sliver of guilt attached to it, I went out to soak up some additional angst. I was trying to perk myself up with the thought of those lucky folk living in the southern hemisphere at this time of year. I bet they are enjoying the January temperatures at that end of the planet.

Imagine my elation at seeing the end of driveway clear! Good neighbours can be mind-altering too. Thank you, kind neighbour.

Bring it on Blue Monday, there are people that have my back. And I’m betting that’s true for you too.

Happy Blue Monday!

Results … Month #18

Blipped up 1.6 lbs over the holidays. Not bad really, though the holidays aren’t quite done yet!

The year in review doesn’t look very good, however, & I’m up 6 lbs since this day last year. That major derailment in the summer, one that I let escape for far too long, wiped out all my progress & then some.

I pushed the upper limits of tolerance with all those foods, & those food-like products, that I know I just can’t tolerate. Once the addictive impulses kicked in, I didn’t pay enough attention to reining them back in. Were I at a healthier weight, I wouldn’t be too bothered by a small gain like this. But at my current weight, this is not how I ought to behave.

Okay, a little self-chastisement is due but the new year is a great time to hit reset. I’d like to have a more favourable report to make this time next year.

Time to treat the challenge like a work project again. I know what I should be doing, here’s hoping I can do a little better in 2020.

Wish me luck!

My New Year Resolutions for 2020!

It’s that time of year when we renew our commitment to doing all those things that we failed to do in the previous year. I’m testing the theory that putting my list out there will improve my adherence. Should I fail on any resolution, I will strike through it. But I will leave it on the list to remind me to give it another shot during the year.

Here’s my to-do list for this year …

New Year’s Resolutions 2020

  • Quit smoking
  • Hit the weight-loss diet hard
  • Go for a walk first thing in the morning
  • Sleep more & don’t get up so early
  • In the new year, don’t eat any leftover chocolate from December 31st, 2019.
  • Don’t try to eat all the remaining Christmas chocolate & candy on December 31st, 2020, in anticipation of starting a diet on New Year’s day, 2021. Again!
  • Drink my coffee black
  • Try to be nicer to everyone. Except that person who lets the dog poop in my garden & then doesn’t scoop. Your days are numbered, I’ve got a new webcam trained on the front yard now!
  • Stop watching CNN & Fox News so much &, instead, watch TV5. I don’t speak much French yet but it’ll probably still be better for me!
  • Win the lottery. Hey, if you don’t ask!

New year’s resolutions are both inspiring & daunting. We like to think that a new year brings with it a whole new mindset & a brand new approach to living the life we’re really supposed to be living. Of course, for me at least, it rarely works that way. I usually fare miserably with my list of resolutions. However, that’s no reason for despair. Most of us are perpetual works in progress & we’ve got to screw up enough new year’s resolutions to become accepting of that. That, in & of itself, is a developmental achievement. It’s like when you get a new car & the elation of driving off the lot is quickly replaced by a constant worry of it getting dinged. You know what I mean … you park it at the empty end of the parking lot & walk to the mall entrance, in a blizzard, knowing you’ve done the right thing to protect your baby. When we finally buy a new car & park it as close to to the entrance as possible, we feel liberated. Resolutions work pretty much the same way. When everything doesn’t fall into place, it doesn’t mean that we are useless human beings. It just means that we are not ready to take the next big step yet.

Or am I just making excuses already!?!

Let me wish you all the very best for the New Year. I hope it’s a great one for you & for all those you hold dear.

Let me know if you’ve made any resolutions & let me know how they work out as the year progresses.

Thank you for reading my stuff throughout the past year, I appreciate your comments & your encouragement along the way. It really helps. If you want to exchange thoughts, ideas & comments, please follow The Wry Eye Facebook page, just click the Facebook icon. It’s a little easier to chat on Facebook.

The Wry Eye Christmas Diet Poem

Christmas Day is done & gone
And now I feel so yuck.
I’m fat & stuffed & way past full,
I hope my scale is stuck.

It wasn’t Christmas dinner,
Not turkey, ham, nor duck.
But all that cake & chocolate
That makes me want to chuck.

I didn’t mean to do it,
And I feel like such a schmuck.
For eating with such fervour,
That I weigh more than a truck.

It’s now all done & in the past,
I must regain my pluck.
I need to eat a whole lot less,
To skip that nip & tuck.

It’s time to knuckle down again,
And wade out of this muck.
I just can’t wait for new year’s day,
That trend I need to buck.

Instead, I’m on the wagon now,
With courage & with pluck.
I’ll screw it to the sticking place,
I’ll slapshot with that puck.

It’s here, it’s now, it starts today,
I’m done with all that guck.
If I don’t get it right this time,
My life will surely suck.

You’ll wonder how I got this far,
Without me saying … Luck!
I’ll need that too but saved one more,
Should things still run amuck.

I’m sure that you can guess this word,
And no, it isn’t cluck, nor struck!
And should I need it, I’ll still be…
One very fat Canuck!

©Paul Walsh 2019

Sales, Marketing, Diet, & Civility

This is a different kind of post for me, so please stick with it if you come across an unusual comment along the way. It’ll come clear by the end, I hope.

Montréal Fast Food

Montréal Fast Food

I’m heading home from Montréal last Friday & it’s Montréal in December, so I’m at the airport early in case there are any weather challenges in getting there. My phone needed to be charged & , once at the gate, I sat at one side of those little tables with the power outlets & charging ports at the back. At the other side of the table was another traveller, doing the same thing. While my sales regalia is often chinos & a company-logoed polo shirt, this guy was dressed in a really sharp suit, with a nice tight Windsor-knotted tie. In my defense, I have to climb inside working machinery sometimes. And yes, I can do a nice Windsor knot too! His shoes, unlike mine, were polished to a high shine. How’d he do that with Montréal’s salted & slushy streets? While I love to chat, other than a nod & a quick smile, I tend not to bother other travellers, as many want to be left alone. Having the earphones in is the clue to that!

After a few minutes, he unplugged, & started to chat. OMG, was this a gay guy hitting on me? I was used to a lifetime of women swooning at my feet, wouldn’t it be natural for a gay guy to feel the same way? Turned out he was, shocker this, in sales & marketing. With a focus on social media & the digital universe.

I was immediately engaged & the conversation took off, with both of us fighting for airtime. This guy had a very different outlook to mine. Over the course of my career, I’ve greatly enjoyed the company of the people I have had the pleasure of working with. Sure, I’ve met a few doorknobs along the way but, for the most part, I have enjoyed the company of colleagues, suppliers & customers alike. And I’ve made some really good friends along the way. His response to this was pretty blunt …

“Are you in business to make friends? Or to make money?”

Can’t you do both?

Not according to my fellow flier! His approach is to isolate & attack, hard, his target audience. In part, by denigrating the “others”, other suppliers & other customers. His philosophy is like some maniacal abuse of the Pareto principle … Forget the 80%, they don’t matter. Instead, focus on the 20% with the highest potential return. And milk them dry. Any way you can. For as much as you can.

But what about longer term relationships? And repeat business?

All garbage, according to this philosophy. The immediate kill is where it’s at. There is no long term view. Other than just doing more of the same with new prospects.

This went against everything I believe. I was gobsmacked, time & again, listening to his gospel. But he was relentless. He took a look at my blog on his phone & ridiculed that. Brutally. And, given the weight-loss bias of the blog, he laughed out loud as he rolled his eyes, while nodding towards my waistline, and passing a very sarcastic comment. One I’m too embarrassed to repeat here. Then he told me, guaranteed me, that I’ll do better with my diet after hearing his message. I’ll come back to that point below.

Montréal is a great town to eat in. I often think that spending my early years in Canada, in Montréal, contributed to my circumferential challenges. I had just enjoyed a week of dietary debauchery in this great city. I had had lunches & dinners with suppliers & customers. Though he ripped me apart for my choices of dining companions too. The bottom line was that I knew the scale would echo his condemnation when I got home.

Despite the scars, I held my calm demeanour, even if only on the outside at times. I wondered how it might have gone in my younger, more volatile, years. That gave me pause for an occasional smile, & that seemed to throw him off stride every now & again!

Before leaving, this wasn’t his gate, he gave me some blogging advice. Most of which was far too callous than I think I could ever use. But he did relent & give me a couple of milquetoast (his description!) things to try. They’re in this post, did you spot them? Send me a message & let me know. I’m curious to see if he’s as good as he thinks he is.

Despite it being a great conversation, I still think there is more to be said for just being a little more caring & civil towards each other. Sales is all about taking away a customer’s pain, not inflicting more. I want my customers to come back to me. Again & again.

Oh yes! The rat was right about one thing, my diet is going better since I returned. In fact he was right about two things, he also told me that I wouldn’t have the balls to do the post without explaining it, or putting a warning label on it. I guess my warning label was the opening paragraph. Go figure!