Aren't we a whiny little VelvetAlchemist today!
Thursday, January 08, 2015
Thing one I have realized about why I keep losing track.
Logging everything is a pain! Yeah, I said it. A PAIN. Seriously, picture me with a small green notebook in my left hand, a pen (a nice one) in my right, walking around my apartment looking like Julie Andrews when she's making fun of how her granddaugher walks in Princess Diaries. "We don't... schlump!" Yes, yes we do. Because logging things is a PAIN.
I kind of want to throw a little toddler meltdown. *lol* I want to do that quick series of knee-bends (y'know, 'cuz they're too small to jump properly) with a wail and a whine and a "UGH! I don't wanna go find my book and write everything! I need a personal assistant! Such a draaaaaaaaag!"
But I'm going to. I'm being a responsible adult person and telling my inner toddler that no, we're going to do this in the proper order, we're going to write everything down. You don't want to write down that you're about to eat a snack? Fine, you don't get a snack. You get to go to your room.
I don't know why I'm feeling like a whiny kid. Plenty of sleep, made breakfast... I had no problems tracking my food and such for the last four days... just today it hit me. It could be because it's 7 below and I'm feeling housebound and my right collarbone, the one I mangled almost 17 years ago, is behaving like a grumpy old man with weather aches.
Ah well. I grabbed my notebooks off the coffee table, brought them to my craft room (if anyone needs me, I'll be there most of the day), and diligently wrote down what I needed to write.
Now I'll finish printing out stuff for my goal board... the one over there *points* that's only half-full. I'm seriously considering going on eBay to find a yard or two of cherry-print swim fabric to put on the wall above my board. 30 pounds lost equals new kicky retro swimsuit. Boom.
But self, the only way you'll get there is to stop whining and start doing.
(I know, I know...)
Are you going to write down your food?
Are you going to track your water and exercise?
Are you going to sass me any more?
(Of course... er, I mean, no ma'am.)