Wednesday, March 20, 2013


When things don't go great I have a way of disappearing. Sometimes I want to wait until I've got a few 'good' days under my belt again so that I can say 'hey, this happened but things are fine now' (but either I don't update or I don;t have a few good days), and sometimes I just fall into the abyss to turn up months later, sheepish and weighing 20lbs more. In the interest of not doing that it's probably better I come clean now. This weekend was not great for me (My 'weekend' being yesterday and today).

The last week has had its good points. I was down again on the scale on Monday, I took my lunch to work 4 days out of 5 like I planned, and I made it to Monday under budget against all the odds, so I was feeling pretty good. I can't pinpoint why I couldn't keep that going, maybe the fact that I could loosen the reigns a little bit and I let it go to my head? Maybe there was no real reason other than opportunity, but if that's the case it still teaches me (well, re-teaches me) the importance of a clean living environment (both literally and figuratively) at home. 

Yesterday I overslept, waking up at 11:15. I'm on the tail end of a cold so I figured I needed the sleep, but now that I've had two days in a row of late wake ups I think it's just a sign of apathy on my part. Getting up late meant I didn't feel as motivated to get my cleaning schedule done. Having my environment be untidy makes me mentally more likely to allow other things to fall into disorder. I couldn't be bothered to make something proper to eat, which led to me picking at food most the afternoon. This all led to me baking a pan of brownies and eating them. Genius! Today I got up late again, but wasn't doing too badly as I made myself do some laundry, and got a little of the cleaning done so the day wasn't entirely unproductive. I went to the store and got groceries, but then on the way back got lazy and decided to go to McDonald's instead of waiting until I got home and spending time preparing something. I don;t really have an excuse for this, but I think the reason may have been poor planning on my part. I should have eaten something before I left.

So there we have it. One a scale of 1-10 on how bad this could have been, 1 being 'did what I was supposed to' and 10 being ' found dead face down in a pile of chocolate spread 3 days later' I would rate this at about a 4. One incident of plain binge eating/giving in to cravings, and 1 incident of old fashioned laziness. I'm hoping better planning, and adhering to a schedule of getting up and completing a set lists of jobs a day before allowing myself to relax, will give my weekends more of a sense of purpose and achievement. That way I won;t feel like it's OK to let things slide on days when I'm not at work.

So there we have it. A reasonable look at what happened, at attempt to identify why, and a plan to stop it happening in the future. Onwards march my friends.