At different times in my life, I have scheduled myself down to the minute. Sometimes I did it because I was JUST THAT COMPULSIVE, but other times I did it because (oddly enough) it was the only way I got to take a break from my super-busy-ness without feeling guilty about not doing whatever it was I thought I should be doing right that moment. If I scheduled a break, and I scheduled everything else, then I knew when I was vegging out in front of the TV on my break, that I didn’t have to worry about anything else: it was all accounted for elsewhere in the schedule.
I haven’t been that busy in a long time, but I think I’m just about there again.
I once read (okay, skimmed) the book “Seven Habits of Highly Effective People.” Honestly, I don’t always remember a lot of it, but in there somewhere was a table that divided things into 4 categories: Urgent and Important, Urgent but Not Important, Important but Not Urgent and Not Important AND Not Urgent. The author’s point was that so often we get caught up in the Urgent stuff that we do that first, whether or not it’s important, and that as a result, a lot of the stuff that is important but not urgent gets ignored. Guilty as charged.
Man, I am SO BAD about ignoring the stuff that’s important, but not urgent. When I get busy, the first things to fall by the wayside are my writing and my exercising, both of which are instrumental in keeping me sane. And then I wonder why I’m so non-functional.
I’d also like to drop some weight. Whether or not I can do that without being a crazy person remains to be seen. Honestly I haven’t really made an Effort-with-a-capital-E since college, and at that point my efforts consisted of some healthy behaviors mixed in with some decidedly UNhealthy behaviors. So I don’t know what to expect. I know what my brain might do, but if I keep it out of scary territory, I don’t know what my BODY will do. Because of my thyroid (I now know) I don’t lose weight very fast, even when I starve. That 1-2 pounds a week thing? Sure, no problem – if I never eat solid food. (You’d be amazed how sick you can get of juice and broth.) But I’m thinking that for me, 1/2 a pound a week might be a resounding success. And frankly, that depresses the hell out of me. I want it now, now, now. I’ve always been an instant-gratification gal. (Hee. I said “gal.”) That’s part of the reason it’s easier in some ways for me to starve a little (I never managed to starve a LOT): speedier results! Woo! *end sarcasm-that’s-not-really-saracasm*
So. A schedule. One that includes working out and going to bed super-early (because I have other stuff to get done during the day, and if I work out in the afternoons, that means I have to get up early and do the other stuff). One that accounts for some down-time and some writing-time. One that also accounts for grocery shopping and house-cleaning and all those fun things that real life entails. *sigh*
On the other hand, I shouldn’t be so cranky. At least I know what works. *wry grin*