Monday, February 20, 2012

Day 183: Hey! I'm a Dope!

So, the next 10 days are going to be pretty miserable, right? All work, no play, poor pitiful Lady C, blah blah blah. And my approach for the past two days has been to compound the misery by punishing my body: not getting exercise, not getting sunshine and fresh air, eating crap, not getting enough sleep, running on coffee.

(Well, I do that last thing every day . . . because I love it. But, while I don't think it's necessarily bad for me, I'm sure I probably overdo.)

Today I had a few free hours before the next unit showed up, which felt incredibly luxurious — and I thought: What would be most helpful to me right now? How can I make the most of this time? And two answers came to me without hesitation: Do something nice for my body, and do the things that are most pressing, so I can feel like I Got Something Done, and I'll be less anxious when it's time to go back to work.

So I wrapped Lady Darcy's presents and got them ready to mail, did my housework (since I missed Chore Day, shackled to the computer as I was all morning — and I really hate it when the house is dirty; now everything sparkles with cleanness, and I am happy), took a long walk, ate small healthy meals, and finished updating the registration forms for the Betsy-Tacy Convention. (Those crazy broads!) And I feel refreshed and rejuvenated and ready to tackle Module 6 (which just showed up).

And all this made me realize that compounding the misery is a ridiculous approach to my upcoming Hell Week. My work life will be miserable — it's a given. So I should do everything I can to make everything that isn't my work life unmiserable.

My plan is to set a timer and get up every two hours to do something brief and active, whether it's a brisk stroll around my block or a quick zumba routine — 10 minutes of heart-pumping action. (Husband says he has a few ideas. Actually, he just has one idea.) And I will make sure that I have lots and lots of healthy snacks handy, since when I'm miserable at work, I do want a treat. Frequently. But snap peas and edamame hummus, or apple slices and almond butter (two things that I know we have on hand), feels like a treat. I should be okay.

I feel so much better about this new approach!

And now, to work. But I'm only going to work until dinner time (Husband is making chicken tetrazzini and roasted asparagus, yum), and then I'm going to fold laundry and watch a million TV shows with Mimosa — we have two episodes of Smash to watch, plus last week's Ringer, and I will cuddle up with my girl and be happy and get to bed at a reasonable hour.

And hit the ground running tomorrow!


—Lady C, with a New Attitude


  1. This sounds like an absolutely brilliant plan. I do not know how you do it all. Congratulations!

  2. Thank you for the love notes, sweetie!