Fed up with logging symptoms

My "Project Try Everything" thing is two years old … and I am now done, as in fed up, with logging the symptoms of my mysterious affliction.

Or anything that could possibly be causing or triggering them.

My mighty Spreadsheet of Misery sits untouched, as dusty as a piece of exercise equipment in the garage. Not only have I dropped it, but I’ve also avoided saying anything about it for a while — because it is a big drag, and I’ve had a rough winter.

There would have been a lot of symptoms to log, had I still been logging anything.

For about eighteen months I meticulously quantified my miseries, hoping to wring a single useful insight out of it. But I failed to identify even one robust correlation between a modifiable risk factor and any symptom.

I gave up when my most promising possible correlation — with a particularly awful symptom — crashed and burned. Read more:

The ignominious failure of Tracking All the Things [Project Try Everything, 1600 words]