Monday, September 26, 2011
I took to my bed this weekend like a true southern woman with the vapors to avoid unpleasantness. Housework, bills and commitments mean pillows covers and sleeping. This leads to name calling of my own self....you are a bum, you are such a procrastinator, you are no good...etc. AAARRRGGGGHHHH
I did manage to make it to my meeting last night but left 15 minutes before it was over. I just had to get out. The last time I did that was in 1995 when I left a meeting, drove to a car dealership and bought a brand new Toyota. I drove that car for 8 years and I did not even know I was going to buy it until it struck me in the middle of the meeting to do that. Last night when I left the meeting, I went to the grocery store and bought six days worth of the food I eat when I diet. It was cheaper than the 1995 trip.
My yearly review for my job is this Wednesday and I had better pull out of this funk before then so I can talk about how great I've done all year (good grief.)
I love Mondays! I feel the newness of fresh starts, a chance to get it right, do it better. I am a working girl and not a housework person. I am a collage artist and not a floor mopper. I like to read books not dust them. I love to sleep in the bed not make it. I love to fling my clothes not hang them. I like to fill my ashtrays not empty them. So there! Bite me. ;-)
I have 1000 calories waiting for me today in a delicious combination and I am enthused to start.