I finished the week with mixed results on reaching my goals. Somewhat disappointing, but change takes time.
I did so-so with bringing my lunch: three days out of five. I’ve learned this is something I have to prepare and pack up the night before, otherwise it’s just not happening. But I did buy a salad the other two days, so that’s good. I did NOT eat the cookies or brownies or cake that showed up at work. Not even the chocolate covered glazed KK doughnuts. Though I might have inhaled a time or two.
The pushups were going great. Until I woke up Friday morning and my neck was sore. Except it didn’t really hurt so much as it just felt weird. Like I had pulled something. The inside of my throat wasn’t sore, no cough or anything, my neck just felt tight and achy. So after a full day of worrying that I had some dreadly neck disease that might necessitate removal of my entire head, I realized I’d probably pulled something doing those oh-so-strenuous pushups. What a wimp. So, no pushups Friday or Saturday and by Sunday my neck felt much better. As a result, this week I’m taking a break from pushups and have dusted off the treadmill instead. Going to start with a minimum of ten minutes every day this week, even on Monday. More if I can stand the boredom. Because I’ve been a complete slug for the past four months and that has to stop. [Did 10 on Saturday, Sunday 12.]
Trying to write every day has been . . . interesting. Not sure I’ll ever be a do-it-every-day type of writer, but I’m going to keep at it for now. Even though it takes it all out of me, mentally, to do this on workdays. I need to finish. Some of what I’ve written has been truly awful. Some, very minimal. And Friday? Zip. Sat there looking at the screen and– nothing. But knowing I’m going to have to at least try has made me think about it during the day. I’m pretty sure my boss noticed me staring intently off into space a couple times. That’s okay. Might be good for him to wonder what I’m plotting. But I made some significant progress over the weekend with a couple scenes that had been giving me trouble. That felt good.
Still got a long way to go before I reach the big goals, but at least I’m moving forward again. Little steps.
Oh, and I had a lovely Mother’s Day. Hope you did too, regardless of whether anyone calls you mom.