Developing a sense of routine seems out of bounds for me. It should be easy, every day I get up and am greeted by an inquiry of whether I would like a latte made for me. Yeah, I know - just knowing that you think I already have it made and you are right. Besides who among us is going to turn this down, expect the lactose intolerant and the jittery. I had a surgery about 10 years ago and I woke up in the recovery room by the nurse shaking me and asking me if I wanted morphine. I did not even know what planet I was on, much less whether I was in pain yet, but I knew the answer. Yes seems like a great answer when someone is offering you something to start out your waking period. I wonder if the nurse would of offered me coffee if I would of been as comfortable. It is unlikely.
It is the next step in the day that is difficult. As I prepare for the workday I am trying to figure out what my day is like and whether I need to drive to another city for a meeting and what events I might have the evening. I never remember, so as I prepare my breakfast I figure it all out. At some point in middle of my latte I have slowly waken and am able to communicate to Kathy what my plans will be for the day. I cram all my stuff in my work bag and if I remember to take my workout clothes before I leave the house it is a miracle. Today was no exception, but I was still able to get back and get to my bus on time.
I stayed up too late last night playing a nonsense game on kongregate.com. Really nothing like wasting time trying to figure out a tower defense game. All that time could of spent more productively on leveling on Call of Duty! (Oh the pity). No, it took me a bit to wake up, but thank goodness I had meetings with vendors that got me relied up.
The beauty of all these routines is how much momentum they build and how difficult it can be to change. With my encouragement group helping me reach my weight loss goals I have had to really look at my eating and exercise habits. The new routine is nice, I actually like the foods and the healthy snacks. No really. Pretty much. The exercise is the tough part, just adjusting the schedule to leave work and head to the workout room instead of being at home and relaxing. I had an internal battle as I sat at my desk on whether to skip the workout or go home. I choose 28 minutes on the elliptical and I am glad I did.
Tonight, perhaps my new routine will be to be in bed and get all revved up for tomorrow.
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