(Day 123 / -80 lbs.) The Rule of Threes

Feet on the floor at 4:44 (AM), or 4:32, 4:56, 5:43, 5:55 , etc. Recognize any patterns here? (hint: Why might today have special significance?)

I like to bring order to things- all things. It helps me stay focused. It helps me stay productive. Over the years I've worked it into conversation- usually making a joke out of the whole thing.

“I like to do things in threes,” I'd say.

It was true.

“I have to wash my hands 27 times per day, no more, no less, or something bad will happen,” I'd mention in casual conversation.

Not so true.

“Why 27?” they'd ask.

“Because it's a perfect number,” I'd say, “27 is 3 to the third power, and 2 + 7 = 9 and 9 is 3 to the 2nd power. Three represents all that is holy (as in the Trinity), all that is powerful (as in three branches of federal government), all that lies beneath (as in the “Trilateral Commission”).”

Pure BS.

Still, locked in my subconscious, I was fixating on the number 3. Slowly it began to show up in my habits and speech. I was becoming obsessive.

Or not. Hell, I still maintain that we all have and make choices based on the gajillion-or-so options that befall us through the course of our lives. I declare that I control “3” and it doesn't control me (sounds kind of poetic). No fate. No spoon.

I may be dismissed as a nutcase, but hey, it's working for me. I do three set of every exercise each time I'm at the gym, I go around the track/bleachers in multiples of 3, just about everything I do is done in multiples and intervals of 3... at least when I'm thinking about it. If I don't, something bad will happen.

Or it won't. Kooky, huh?

Today was gym/scale day and I'm down another two pounds (woohoo!). The hours for the gym have changed, so I don't go until 9AM- which shifts my work schedule (starting earlier, ending later), but I'll adapt. It's just 3 days a week, and 3 works for me.