Sunday is burning its last few inches of wick.
I am happy.
I have used pockets of time well today.
I’ve set some clothing out for tomorrow. I’m going to plan my food for tomorrow. I’ve set my alarm. I’ve drunk some water. I’ve worn my pedometer. I’ve spent 10 minutes on the bike. I’ve cleaned up in the bathroom. I’ve finished the last run on Bioshock Infinite and am working on the DLC. The roads can do as they like because it’s been warm enough that some snow tonight won’t make them impassable. Not for me and Suzy Suzuki, the pearly mountain goat I drive around in. I was not sick on shakes or anything else.
Instead of dreading, I’m organizing.
At least for today.
Tonight – shower, have something else to eat that is small, perhaps some more popcorn – which I will come to in a second here, blow out the candles
Tomorrow morning – 10 minutes on the bike
Drink my shake before I go
Finish my makeup before I go instead of trying to tell myself I’ll have time to do it at work.
Bring a bag of trash down to the dumpster before I go to work
Leave at 7:45 rather than 8:00a.m. so as to have two moments to think.
Go to the grocery store and buy food for dinner that is healthy and that I’m willing to make after a long day. (Not pizza.)
Stand up and walk around while thinking. Try and get 5000 steps in.
Sign up for a massage on Sunday.
Remember dodgeball because God knows I’d like to forget about it.
Tomorrow night I’m going to start on my vacation budget. I have some money set aside since my friend and I have started talking about this, but I have got to start doing a lot more research since even though I get to stay somewhere for free, I both don’t want to be a burden and take advantage of the fact that I’m going to Italy. My thought is to stay overnight in Florence. At any rate, there’s just a lot more thinking to do on how to make all of this happen. Though a key part of being excited about it is feeling comfortable in self so…I’m working on that, foodwise, exercise, lifestyle change-wise. Whatever the road is, the destination is the feeling. The destination is the pride I’d like to have and currently don’t. So I’m doing more low-carb, but an imperfect version, for a few days, anyway. Fuck, I really don’t even want to talk about it, because I feel guilty and then I feel annoyed and then I feel self-righteous and then I feel like the only way anything happens is from ground zero, day one and I destroy everything I’ve got to get back there. That’s the cycle I need most to break. So imperfection is accepted and assumed. Still doesn’t mean I can’t exercise and try and build in some better habits and seduce the positive rather than eschew the negative. And yes, you can embroider that on a throw pillow for me, please.