How to Use Your Father, Your Facebook Friends, and Your Parrot to Your Advantage


If you’re wondering what possessed me to look like this on Memorial Day, you’ve come to the right place!

Every Sunday, for the last two months, I’ve trotted over to my dad’s garage for our weekly iron-pumping rendez-vous.

We bench press.

We listen to Bruce Springsteen at an obnoxious volume.

We eat wimps for breakfast.


It’s a ridiculously manly activity that has become the ritual that I look forward to every weekend. (This coming from the girl who refused to wear pants until the 6th grade. No, I didn’t go to school naked. I wore dresses, you perv). 




There is no way in a fiery pit of hell that I would wake up on Sunday morning to repeatedly lift a heavy piece of metal into the air if it weren’t for a little thing called social accountability


Social accountability: When someone else is counting on you, you don’t screw up.

You get it done.


You know what else I’ve been able to do when I’ve brought other people in on my scheme?


Last June, I took a Facebook detox. 

And in order to ensure my success, I made this announcement on my page:


I knew that, by saying my plans out loud (is there anything louder than a Facebook status?), I would feel like a damn fool if I broke my promise. 

Was it difficult to abstain from Facebook for an entire month? Of course.

But I did it. And I credit that success to social accountability




A couple of weeks ago, I announced the launch of my second eBook: Résumé Revamp:

(The title has since changed to: Résumé Revamp: So Hot You’ll Have ‘Em Begging for More, and you should sign up here to get your copy next Monday… that is, unless you want to see the face pictured above at your front door. Rawr!)


Was I 100% ready to launch the book on June 15?


Has announcing the launch date forced me to step up my game and make that puppy rock your socks off?


And it’s totally going to rock your dirty little socks off.

Unless you don’t read it. But in that case, your socks probably aren’t very cool anyway. So THERE.



The takeaway from all of my rambling is this:

When you want to reach a goal, tell everyone you know about your plans.


I refuse to let my father, my Facebook friends, or my fans down. 

For you it might be your sassy girlfriends or your parrot. Actually, that’s an awesome idea since, you know, parrots repeat everything

You’d be all like, “Hey Parrot, I’m going to run 5 miles.”

And then you’d forget about it and invite your bestie over to eat cupcakes and watch a RomCom instead.

But your parrot would be all, “I’m going to run 5 miles.”

And your friend would look at you and be like, “Pshht, you lied to your parrot. I’m never talking to you again.”

So, of course, you’d run the stupid 5 miles to avoid such an embarrassing scenario in the future.


But if you don’t have a parrot, 

(which is probably the case) how else can you make yourself socially accountable this week?