Tuesday, July 22, 2014
This summer has shown me a snack pattern I didn't realize I had. I'm a project manager by craft, so I spend a lot of time with a task list making sure the next person/company/event is ready to go.
I'm dealing with an unplanned project right now at home. A flood that has destroyed a bathroom has been further complicated by the fact that I own what's inside the room, but the Home Owner's Association owns what's inside the flooded walls and beneath the flood floors.
So between waiting for the HOA Chief Engineer to do his magic, them wait for my contractor to show up, then working with the homeowners above and below and everyone's personal schedule, I spend a lot of time waiting to open the door, make a call, wait for a call, return the wrong item to Home Depot.
I'm at home and there's my fridge. What have I been doing? Opening it up and eating.
I haven't decided how to work with my revelation, but I do know that I've got to replace the waiting time with something other than eating.