Multiplying New Yorkers

One of many stacks of the magazines 

They've sprouted all over the place like mushrooms. There are stacks of them in my living room, second bedroom and even in my cubicle at work. The New Yorker is without a doubt my favorite magazine; poorly written articles do not exist between its covers and there has never, ever been a bad issue. Despite my devotion to this publication, I am not speedy with reading my New Yorker issues. The truth is I have held on to issues that are years-old. They are organized in various stacks that just seem to multiple and grow around me. I can't quite stomach getting rid of them; they are just too good.

At one point, I was actually getting a handle on weeding these magazines out. I would take an issue into work and then during my lunch break I would pull it out, sit on a picnic bench outside my office, and read it. 

But then this routine got tossed and the number of my magazines shot up similar to an invasive plant. I would no longer read while I ate my lunch; instead I went to Starbucks. I knew it was a foul thing to do. The money, the calories, the questionable ingredients should have dissuaded me from constantly returning to the coffee chain but it didn't. So my calorie intake shot up, my spending money dwindled, and my stacks of New Yorker magazines just rose and rose.
As is often the case, it took a message from a family member to show me the error of my ways. It was a bitter pill to swallow; not only that I had to stop drinking all those lattes and mochas (they taste so good!) but I also needed to admit that my new routine, frankly, stunk. 

But when one routine gets tossed, another one gets planted. Now, I go home for lunch and whip out a New Yorker to read outside. I've actually started taking issues with me everywhere. Recently I read one at Kwik Lube while the oil was changed in my car. 

It is hardly noticeable but some stacks have gotten thinner. The first day I implemented this new routine, as I walked downstairs to leave and return to work,  I wondered why I just didn't do this routine in the first place. I thought to myself, "Think of all the weight you could have kept off, all the money you could saved and all those New Yorker magazines that would have already been read."