That’s my great-grandmother’s lovely Noritake. Isn’t it pretty? It makes me happy.
When Justin was here for 6 weeks this summer, he did the dishes. And the laundry. This morning I dug past the pile of my great-grandmother’s lovely Noritake that’s sitting, dirty, on the counter to find a cereal bowl to wash for my breakfast. Then I went and folded a load of laundry and put in a new one. I stripped the bed, too, so that when I come home tonight I won’t be tempted to not change the sheets AGAIN.
Because I have this problem with lazy after work. It’s not really lazy, if I’m kind to myself — yesterday I worked an 11 1/2 hour day, came home, and sat down to pay bills, sort the mail, and do my filing. Then I read for an hour, and went to sleep. Nowhere in there is there much room for being lazy. But I feel lazy — there’s still shit in my car from the weekend, the trash needs to go out, the catbox needs changing, the floors need vacuuming, and I need to make a run to BJs for things like plastic baggies and frozen meatballs. (Those meatballs. CRUCIAL.) And the dishes. And the laundry. But all I really want to do after work is lie down and stare at something. Like Warcraft. Or a book. Or the wall.
Instead, I’m going to tai chi two days a week after work, I have work obligations one evening a week from here to eternity, and I’m determined to stay on track with losing weight, so that means at least two other days where I carve out an hour for activity.
But this morning I weighed in at 172.6 pounds. That’s the lowest I’ve been since I started this project a year ago. It’s about 15-20 pounds down from a year ago. This morning as I walked across the parking lot with 10 pounds of computer, lunch, and purse on one shoulder and 10 pounds of books and magazines for our popular reading shelf in the other arm, I thought about how hard it is to walk with a spring in your step when you’re carrying an extra 20 pounds.
So. I’ll keep eating as well as I can manage, I’m going to go exercise, and somehow, someway, I’ll figure out equilibrium where the clothes get clean, the dishes get washed, the floors aren’t gross, and I’m not exhausted and frustrated because I don’t ever do anything fun. It may take an act of will and a bloody miracle, but I’ll figure it out.