I hate composting, and other things guilt makes me do

I like the idea of composting. I hate the reality. The flies, making my way through brush to the one spot on our property line between a fence and our garage where we could put it. (The photo shows my crock in the foreground and the composter in the background.) I've dropped my keys in the mess (on the way to a workshop,) I've had slimy crocks on my counter that I feel bad about for not taking out more regularly, and now I have too much "green" to "brown" yard waste and it's icky. Where to get dry yard waste? It's a major hassle, but I still do it. Same with recycling. Our kitchen is so small that the paper and container recycling takes up major space, but I still do it. Washing and re-using plastic bags is another.

Note, I have recently started collecting green scraps in a big bowl which I am more likely to take out regularly and is less gross to clean.

Things I wanted to do because I thought I "should" but couldn't make it happen:

cloth diapers

home-made organic baby food

more public transportation

I also covet a mini-van even though we only have one child. Maybe someday. Not very ecological....

What things do you do because of guilt, because you "should," but that aren't very satisfying on their own?