It is 0611 on Monday as I begin this post. Today is my day off but I woke up at 0500 and decided to just wake up. That is perhaps weird of me but I very rarely like the idea of having a lie in.
Monday is often seen as the beginning of the week, in my head it is the beginning of the week – my place of work says otherwise! As such it can feel like new possibilities can start. I can throw off the mistakes and the bad feelings of last week and begin again.
On my yesterday, and hopefully not on your yesterday, I had a takeaway (again) it was delicious but that isn’t the point. The point is that there is plenty of food in my fridge so why then would I eat out?
Well it is always more exciting isn’t it? Maybe I am just lazy – or perhaps after I had cleaned the kitchen I didn’t feel like messing it up again!
Ostensibly I am supposed to be dieting. That is obviously not working out – I am so frequently over my calories – why is it that the nicest foods are also the most unhealthy?
It is probably evolution’s fault isn’t it!
I eat sometimes because of tumultuous emotions. Unfortunately eating poorly makes me bigger, which makes me unhappy, which means I eat more – you can see the problem.
I think that bad feelings do have a way of fuelling themselves.
It is now (checking phone) Wednesday and I have about fifteen minutes before I should think about stopping doing stuff and getting ready for work! So I suppose I should come to the point.
Monday being the beginning of the week means, in the eyes of many, it is a good time to start a new thing. Oh course something new can start any day but human nature would suggest that Thursday, for example, would be an odd day for the start – I think of Thursday’s like Arthur Dent does.
The new thing I have begun is writing everyday – which is an ironic thing to say as I didn’t know that at 0611 when I started writing. Let me explain…
It is now Saturday. This post has obviously been written in little chunks but hopefully I will be able to wrestle it into some sort of order where was I? Ah yes writing…
Writing is very important to me. However I am not completely sold on the idea of calling it fun. I know I would greatly miss it if I didn’t do it – actually scratch that I cannot imagine not doing it – but it still has a vague ‘work’ feel to it.
Sometimes I don’t get around to it in a day. I get other stuff done instead, like housework, but the new plan is simple write first. Well almost first since my computer, Majal, takes a bit of time to boot so I have to at least wait for that.
My parents made me realise how important the slow build is. 500 words a day is all that is needed – I was wanting to do more and ended up doing less – little and often is the way of the future and I should have known that – and now I do.
And then it was Sunday….
Unfortunately I am less good at the ‘little’ part of that when it comes to food. Food is always tempting… he said as he grabbed a second bar of chocolate…oh well.
I just wanted to say that I have checked this post. I really have. Unfortunately my particular combination of dyslexia and dyspraxia makes it really hard for me to spot typos. Please enjoy and I’ll try not to make too many errors.
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