It always starts out clean & pure, its days pristine, ready for activities to be neatly entered. But here it is—only the beginning of March and I still haven't lost 10 pounds, or cleaned out the back closet. Three times we've booked multiple events on the same time of the same day. More than once we've scheduled so many events in one week that I want to lie down on the floor and stare at the baseboard. It makes me feel weak and unassertive.
I remember a book I read about a woman who became morbidly anti-social and for every minute she spent talking to someone, she had to have recovery time locked in her room...for example, opening the door for the fedex delivery = 10 minutes in her room, actually speaking to the delivery person = 30 minutes, etc. I'm not there yet, but I feel it just around the corner...I'm putting a hot plate and tea kettle in my room, just in case.
