It’s always the same isn’t it?
The minute you think you’re onto something or found a way forward, something spooks you, you relapse and fall into your old ways.
This Lent 10,000 steps thing (https://sistasertraline.wordpress.com/2014/03/10/10000-steps/) really seemed to be working. I was sleeping better, waking refreshed, losing blubber, but for some reason I didn’t get out of the door Thursday morning.
‘Never mind,’ I thought, ‘I’ll pop to the shops in the afternoon’.
But it didn’t happen. I had a call from some old dragon from the benefits department and ended up having to dig out and copy yet more proof that I wasn’t a multi millionaire rigging the system and pretty soon I looked out of the window and the sun was going down.
‘That’s not the end of the world,’ I reasoned, ‘I’ve got choir tonight so I’ll go the long way and that will easily eat up 10,000 big ones’.
Well it might have, had I left the building.
‘OK’ I said gravely, getting rather strict with myself now, ‘if you’re not going to choir you are definitely going to a yoga class. You haven’t done anything since Tuesday.’
Guess what happened.
That’s right. Nada.
And 24 hours later, I still haven’t done shit or left the flat. I nearly got out half an hour ago, I’m sat here fully made up for an evening out but still in my trackies. I had a fun evening in the pipeline, but something somehow held me back, and now I loathe myself and my weakness even more.
Why is it so easy to slip back into old, destructive habits, especially when things had started to look up? Maybe it’s because things had started to look up that I want to flee back to my hidey hole again. Who fucking knows?
I honestly don’t know where the last 20 months or so have gone. OK I’ve done or tried to do some useful, proactive stuff, but the majority of it has seemed to have been spunked away in front of the computer or TV, and even being off Facebook hasn’t stopped me reading gossip online, following the Pistorius trial (GUILTY! It’s an open and shut case! You can’t just let someone off just because they can run a bit!) or staring with wonder at pixie haired Pammy’s latest nude photos.
My God, she does look extraordinary though doesn’t she? Good for her, no hater I….
Then before you know it you spot something about her ex husband and father of her kids having a big dick, you go looking for that (good Lord…), then you see he supports PETA, so you go on that site, sign a petition against seal culling, wince at some hideously cruel photos showing mans shameful abuse of animals (what is wrong with people?), look at something more cheerful and before long you have RSI of the right hand (from mouse clicking, not pebble flicking, thank you), a pending migraine and another day of your life has come and gone.
Sometimes I don’t care though. After all, the lives of others, famous or not, are much more interesting than mine.
I’m still having mad dreams about my past and Auntie C (in lieu of those NHS bastards actually doing something) is trying to make me focus on the present and I feel like a crazy compass needle or sycamore seed, spinning in the wind.
I have to try and get back on track though.
I think the most successful days so far have been when I have stuff organised from the get go. Real stuff that I can’t bail on, as opposed to vague plans that I can easily shun because no one is looking and no one cares, so I’m going to try and plan more stuff, as early in the day as possible. So I need to start as early aspossible instead of waiting till the cats start bouncing off my uterus demanding their breakfast.
I also seems to get derailed if I’m not feeling well, and in the last few days one of my old war wounds has been playing up. Rather than ignoring it for fear of spending money, I think I’m going to have to let the moths out of my wallet and go and get treatment.
Also maybe not letting myself eat until I’ve done some yoga might break that particular impasse.
I’m also going to set a timer for 10 minutes every time I go near my PC, and when it goes off, I’ll log out.
I’m also gonna ‘earn’ my TV, the length of viewing dictated by how long I exercise that day.
I’d also better start being more sociable with my friends again so that people do care if I open my door every day, especially if I’m meant to be meeting them.
Up I get again (groan, stagger), but God knows, if I had any other choice, I’d bail in a heartbeat.
So I’ll start yet AGAIN, and i guess I’ll finish eventually….God how I hate this shitty planet.