Late-breaking motivation
Jan. 27th, 2007 11:46 amI had billed this weekend mentally as All Slack, All The Time. So of course after getting
audiovile fed and coffee'd and map-enabled and off to the work thing he has to do today, my hunt for shorts to exercise in turned into a complete cleaning of my closets. I did what I should have done some weeks ago, which is shunt all the things that don't fit anymore into pseudo-storage locations. This is, I'm pleased to say, not causing me to weep and moan and eit, but rather filling me with a grim determination as I observe the uncontrovertible stack of evidence of how far I've fallen. Like the skirt which, at the zenith of my aikido + diet successes, dropped around my ankles when I put it on, but now is a little tight around the hips.
And I can find stuff now, having even installed the light that
sweh gave me.
Except my shorts, which are still MIA.
I think I shall take advantage of this productivity to do some hand-wash that'd been piling up, and some living room tidying, before taking the slack that is my due. (Oh, and breakfast.)
And I can find stuff now, having even installed the light that
Except my shorts, which are still MIA.
I think I shall take advantage of this productivity to do some hand-wash that'd been piling up, and some living room tidying, before taking the slack that is my due. (Oh, and breakfast.)