I am convinced that if you asked for five things that characterize me, one of them will be laziness. Laziness has more or less taken over my life.
* In January I joined Weight Watchers and kept up with it for about a month. Lost seven pounds. Have gained four of those pounds back. Canceled Weight Watchers subscription due to lack of use.
* I have been trying to exercise regularly for . . . . well, about the past 20 years. (No joke.) My records: Exercised every day of the summer between 8th and 9th grade, and took karate 2-3 times a week for two years right after we got married.
* I have started Couch to 5K four times in the past year. I am currently still on Week 4.
* I only clean the house once every three weeks (except for vacuuming and sweeping, which I do more often) because I justdontwannacleanbathrooms.
* I never do any yard work.
* I have not written regularly for several months now. Last week I wrote for 30 minutes a day. This week: nothing.
* Now that it’s summer and I’m off work, the Evil Nap Demon comes to tempt me daily . . . . around 1:30 PM. Very hard to resist.
I am the poster child of starting-but-not-finishing. Lazy is my middle name. I am a walking commercial for I’ll-do-it-later-but-really-I-won’t. You get the point.
The thing is, when I succumb to a nap or to facebook stalking rather than writing, it doesn’t feel good. (Okay, so a nap feels good while I am sleeping, but when I wake up, I feel guilty and still lazy!) When I buck up and do something, I feel great! When I force myself to get on my elliptical, I am physically and emotionally energized. The other day I washed my van (yes, by hand, not in the drive-thru car wash) and was pretty proud of myself afterwards.
The after is fine. It’s the before that gets me every time. I need Bob or Jillian yelling in my face. I need my writing prof telling me a deadline is coming up.
Wow. I just re-read this post and it’s so – yawn – boring. See? I need help.