I got sucked into the vortex of crazy that is my life right now. Balancing so many spinning plates has been, well, kind of all-consuming. I’ve been a little lost, a little overwhelmed, a little…whiny. So, sorry.
As I told my husband the other night, I’m finding myself to be very annoying these days.
I’m unconsciously singing children’s songs aloud. In the car. Alone. “Hot potato, hot potato! Hot potato, hot potato…”.
This annoying because, as I’ve mentioned before, I HATE THE WIGGLES.
I’m forgetting things. Like more than usual. Like my lunch, pretty much everyday. This forces me to make extra stops and spend extra money. Very goddamn annoying. Also, like which pocket I shoved my boarding pass into. Because, I would be the idiot passenger who accidentally left her boarding pass at the pre-security Starbucks counter.
I’m eating very weird shit. Last night, for instance, my dinner was steamed broccoli florets and roasted brussel sprouts drizzled in olive oil and sprinkled with salt. Delicious? Yes. Dinner? Ummmm, not so much. But out of laziness, I just left it at that and went to bed slightly hungry and completely cognizant of the fact that I’d wake up even more hungry and with the added bonus of a headache.
See how annoying I am?
In light of my inability to deal with myself, I’ve decided to take the bull by the horns. Step one was my diet. It’s not so much about my weight as it is my effort to gain control. If I can cut carbs and sugar out of my life, I can do anything.
Right?
Step two is reinstating a regular exercise routine. My knee hurt. I took a running hiatus. That turned into a vacation. That turned into me putting on my lack-of-motivation costume. ANNOYING! My diet has ripped that shittily-constructed costume right off. And I’m happy to report that though my knee’s still bugging me a little, I’ve done pilates (at home) four times in the last 9 days.
Don’t I look great?
Step three is simply keeping in mind that I need to take care of myself. My family, my two jobs, and my mental state are all depending on it.
Step four: I must stop rolling my eyes so much. Rolling one’s eyes at one’s self is an exercise in futility. Unless you’re doing it in the mirror, it’s a moot and extremely annoying gesture that will be taken personally by whoever else is standing their. I didn’t mean it, honey! I swear!
How do you take control?
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