The last two weeks have been.... crazy busy. At least by my standard of crazy which I admit is on a much lower level than a lot of people can and do tolerate quite nicely every day of their lives. I admit I am a lightweight in this department. On the positive side of things, I have accomplished a lot of business and gotten more than a few chores out of the way. But I'm really feeling the fallout from all this running around and 'handling' a truly dizzying array of tasks.
These two crazy weeks have brought to my attention how easy it is for me to put myself last on the list. WHY do we do this? It's like running your car around town a gallon short on oil, or riding your horse hard and putting him away wet, as the saying goes. Either practice is a sure fire recipe for disaster.
I am going to spend some of my quiet time tomorrow on Shabbat, contemplating some coping strategies for staying balanced, centered, and 'tanked up' so to speak, in the emotional, physical, and spiritual realms of my life.
I want to safeguard my hard won weight loss by setting aside time to get enough exercise. It is oh so easy to let the day slip away from me and end up too tuckered out at the end of it to go for a real walk or ride my bike. I set my own schedule most of the time. I need to get a little smarter.
(This may be harder than you think. Smarts are hard to come by.)
Don't I know it. But I'm going to reach deep into the old gray matter and stir it around until something brilliant comes to the surface.
(That is a truly disturbing picture. You do realized this, no?)
Sometimes you have to go to disturbing places to come out with hidden treasure. Just think Indiana Jones... cobwebs, arrows, big rolling boulders, hostile natives, thieving competitors... all that.
(You are such a drama queen sometimes.)
Whatever.
Stand back.
I'm goin' in.
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Wait!
Here, take some cookies with you.
I maked them all by myself!
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[Cherry Raisin Sugar Cookies]
( ), Why can't you do something helpful like Little Miss Sunshine?
(Shut up and pass me the milk.)
Sigh.