“Lori, maybe you just have to come to accept that there are some things you aren’t going to be able to do every day. Instead of habits, maybe what you need is discipline to start again after you have to stop.”
So that’s it.
I set up schedules, to-do lists, reminders and book appointments with myself. I start off really well, but then something happens:
Like I have a great exercise schedule going for four weeks and I’m on top of all the tasks I need to get done around the house and then out of no where I can’t keep my balance anymore, my calves go into spasm with every flex and I can’t safely lift a weight over my head. This goes on for close to three weeks, when I just give up and write myself off as broken and my house gets dustier and the clutter just moves around more;
Like I get all these healthy meals and plans together and it goes really well, until we have one bad month with bills. Then it’s food on the cheap and fast food lunches, because they’re the only ones around for $5 or less. I’d pack lunches to take to work, but my boss won’t let me cook food at work or eat at my desk because it makes the office smell. (Yeah, I know.);
Like I get this amazing morning routine together and then my body becomes broken and don’t have anything healthy for breakfast, I’m terrified that exercise will break my body further and I won’t be able to get to work, so I end up waking up in the morning unable to bring myself to do anything but slide into clothes, pull on a hat, guzzle a cup of tea and stagger to the bus stop;
And like when I start to fail at everything I want to be good at I end up swimming in this vat of sticky oozing self-loathing and anxiety that keeps me up until the early hours of the morning, wired on all the caffeine I had to drink all day to keep from falling asleep at work.
I realize that if I am going to have to type at work, some nights I am not going to have the nerves available in my hands/wrists to work on my book that night. Sometimes I will really have to rest them and not be able to type much at all on Saturday as well. But I can bang out a couple of hand written pages each day on my lunch hour. I go for a walk every day it isn’t raining or too hot (which gratefully is most days).
It doesn’t feel like enough. It is going to take 60 days for me to write my Book in a Month. Perhaps even longer. Tomorrow is payday, so fresh fruit and vegetables for dinner.
I've got nothing.
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Anne
Personally, I think you're a fucking trooper. I also wish I was as brave as you to lay it on the line honestly about how shitty you feel. I have days and weeks like you've described (without the physical aspects) and I realize that there is not much of a reason for me to be like that. I mean, as far as health - I'm healthy. But since we moved to BC I can honestly say I have not made one single friend, I have not been dressed in real clothes more than 2 days in a row. My idea of "getting out" is to go grocery shopping on my pathetic work from home budget and try to do it in the 90 minute Transit time limit so I don't have to spend another $2.50 to get home.
ReplyDeleteI get to rationalize and find funny ways to say how shitty my life is here but can't do it seriously - especially not out loud or on facebook - because if anyone really knew how much I hated my so called life they would realize I'm not always the strong willed, self determined super trooper I've let people rely on me to be. I hate being the "brain" for everyone in my fucking family. No one - including my husband - can make a fucking decision on their own. From which way to drive to the bank (my oldest kid) to where to go to dinner since the place he suggested for date night is closed on Sundays - I make nearly every single fucking decision in my world. Sounds like it should be awesome. It ain't.
But hey. I guess we both just fake it till we make it. Smile through the tears. Laugh at the pile of shit on our heads and get through another year. It's that or swallow a bottle of pills with a whiskey chaser right?
and yeah, I'm doing this anonymously cause I'm a chicken shit.