Task of the Week: Junk Food Addiction

With the death of Amy Winehouse this weekend, the internet has been pretty divided over the issue of addiction. There are the people who know addicts who truly believe that addicts have a disease and need all kinds of support to stay clean. Then there are the people who place the blame on the addict for getting themselves into their situation in the first place.

I have never known an addict, at least to my knowledge. I tend to fall into the second category of people who believe that responsibility falls on the addict. Maybe I've just had a self-awareness of my body that most people aren't lucky enough to have, but I've always been acutely aware of how chemicals can affect me and how my personality plays into their use. I haven't had a caffeinated soda in over a year because the caffeine stays in my system for days, tormenting me all night long. I can't buy potato chips because once the bag is open, it'll be empty before I can stop myself.

In an attempt to understand what addicts go through, this week I will battle my one vice: junk food. So, from now, Monday evening, to the Monday evening of next week, no junk food. The benefit of crack over chocolate is that crack isn't sold in vending machines. It's not filling up my mom's cookie jar. There's not a crate of it in my pantry.

Sounds like I'll be chewing a lot of gum this week...

Oh! And random update! I found a vest this weekend! One out of five pieces found! Here's a picture!

And, as standard with my pictures, these are the shoes that I would have worn to work. You know, if it wasn't 105 degrees out and I wasn't spending most of the day on my feet fixing robots. And the husband was still at work so it's the best picture possible when setting a camera on timer on a short table.

Update: Garage Sale Pile

After two days of nagging, my wonderful husband finally started to pull the things he wanted to keep out of the guest room. Once we started going through the piles of clutter we had thrown in that room, there was actually a lot of stuff we decided to hang on to. The justifications went something like this:

"Well, once we move, we might actually have cabinet space for a wok..."

"A butterfly chair may come in handy when we have a housewarming party at our new house..."

"I bet we could get some money for those lamps on Craig's List..."

After forcing a rule that anything that stayed had to have a place to go, the room is finally clean! Just in time for the in-laws later in the week.

 

I'm glad to have conquered the room, but now I just keep finding random crap around the house that Dan has migrated. I guess everything is technically "put away", but they are sure in some weird spots.

Task of the Week: Garage Sale Pile

So when I moved into Dan's rental house three months ago, between the two of us, we have a lot of crap. A LOT. After basically unpacking and reorganizing for a month, the entire month of April, we called it good enough. The problem is now that we have a huge pile of stuff to sell at the garage sale.

If you can do the math, this puts us in May with a huge pile of crap we needed to get rid of at a garage sale. Who wants to have a garage sale in May? Weekends got busy and it kept getting postponed a week at a time until we planned to do it this upcoming weekend. What's worse than having a garage sale in May in Tucson? Having one in June.

As we contemplated getting up early on both a Saturday and Sunday, sitting on a slanted driveway for 6 hours while strangers poked through our stuff., we quickly changed our minds. I've never had a garage sale and this isn't an easy one to start with.

Well, that just leaves us with one little problem: all of this

This is all the crap we have no idea what to do with. It's invaded our guestroom like a zombie disease. We keep avoiding inviting my husband's parents to visit because, well, where would they sleep?

So my goal this week, get rid of it all. Hopefully I'll have the "After" pictures to post by Saturday. I miss my green chaise buried under all of it. And my nude lady lamp. I love lamp...

If you know anyone who wants an old industrial vacuum or a set of three lamps from an 80's formal living room, I'm your gal! I'll give you a good deal, you just have to let me put a piece of masking tape with the price on it, set it out on the driveway, and pretend I made a garage sale sale!