On Friday my dad came down to help me with some odds and ends around the house, which led to me spending most of my weekend 1) begging my father not to fart and 2) trying to get as many items as possible crossed off of my Daddy-Do List. I was much more successful with the latter than I was with the former.
Actually, the whole weekend was pretty productive. Dad anchored my bookcase to the wall on Saturday so I finally started unpacking the twelve boxes of books leftover from move-in day (it took me four hours to organize them the way I wanted, and I’m still fussing with them). He also put an extra deadbolt on the door (“Since you live in the ‘hood”), put up a hook in the bathroom, changed the shower head and measured the windows for my custom shades. After he left I went to the store to buy healthy food for the week, cleaned up, washed dishes and laundry, packed my lunch and worked on hanging up pictures. I did tons of stuff that I really needed to get done.
And I woke up completely exhausted this morning. I mean wiped. The eff. Out. My alarm went off early so I could head to the gym and I slammed my hand down so hard on the snooze button that I jammed my index finger. There was no way I was getting out of bed to go to the gym.* I just… no. No!
This is the thing I always forget about trying to a healthier person: it takes a lot of work. Planning what to eat, going to the store to buy food, preparing and portioning it, waiting for it to cook and cleaning up the mess all take a lot longer than spending five minutes in the drive-thru and eating in the car on the way home from the office. I feel a million times better when I’m eating real food and working out, I do, but the first few weeks back on the wagon are the hardest for me and it’s all because of the time management. One kink in the system — even an intentional one like a visit from someone you love — can throw everything out of whack. And finding the motivation to start over again can be hard sometimes, at least for me. But I keep telling myself that there isn’t an alternative, to suck it up and do the best I can to keep chugging, and that sooner or later I won’t even notice the little bumps in the road.
*I’m going tonight after work. I promise.
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Terri DC // December 7, 2009 at 10:04 am
I totally know what you mean. I just about flung my cellphone across my room this morning when it told me to get up for gym.
I didn’t go. And I felt like a moron for not going, especially when boyfriend person sent a text a while later to say that he’d just been to gym and was already at work. And there I was being lazy in my pyjamas.
I’ll be going to gym tomorrow morning though. *sigh*
Happy Fun Pants // December 7, 2009 at 10:59 am
FB – that is SO true! I find that it’s hard to get back on the horse – and forcing myself to do something isn’t exactly the way I want a healthy routine to be.
Hopefully you’re like me though, where as stuff feels more organized in your house, you feel more motivated to “organize” the rest of your life. For me, that includes exercise.
Good luck and I am so proud of you for getting back on it – even though it does take more work and time – especially at this time of the year!
jenn @ thin by 30 // December 8, 2009 at 1:02 pm
It’s so hard to get back on track. I’m trying to do the same thing this week. One step at a time I guess. Good luck!
Rachel // December 8, 2009 at 5:56 pm
Know what you mean about time! Maybe you could try something like once a month cooking, or just regular ole batch cooking? I make batches of foods, portion them out and stick them in the freezer that way I have a quick, healthy option when I’m in a hurry.
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