So there I was last night optimistically making a workout plan for this morning and here I am wincing while looking at that page because I didn't workout today.
Yes sir I didn't.
I don't know Monday, it's just has that bit of residual Sunday about it and all those things that I couldn't do yesterday I like to do today and even though I hadn't worked out yesterday either and munched on everything in sight I want to take today easy in a way that I can't be bothered to rush headlong into the usual routine because it's far too much of a routine and to live that every day gets tiring so here I am making excuses for not working out.
Am I feeling guilty? Well, honestly I was last night after reflecting at all the things I ate yesterday. I don't know Sunday has a habit of making me reckless and I like to drink and eat and eat some more. It's silly really because I feel fat the next day and probably my vanity Would indeed suffer a setback were I to wear my workout clothes because they let me know exactly where all I've gotten a bit extra that I shouldn't have.
Right, so today.
I sit looking at my twinkling house, gleaming like a gem, cleansed and mirror like and I feel smug about the clean up this morning which though felt like a short burst did much to sparkle and shine.
I like these small cleaning intervals where I go through with one precise thought of cleaning up certain things.
Like one day I'll only clean the bathrooms, the next day it's dusting the house and polishing windows , the day after that it's vacuuming and mopping, after that it's kitchen platforms and chimney scrubbing.
This way I get to do the entire house in a week by going through in short bursts.
There's no designated day for laundry though because it usually just comes as a surprise.
Right on with today.
A bit of a big meal and we're set.
Writing!
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