It was so much easier yesterday getting up an hour later. There was no pressure for me to get up before I was ready and, in actual fact, I got up 15 minutes before the new getting up time. I felt so much more refreshed and ready to face the day and was hopeful I’d hit more of my own targets.
The bathroom scales showed some odd behaviour, making me think either the batteries need changing or the scales are on their way out. I stepped on the scales and they read 7lb less than they did the day before. (I’m not obsessed, I’m researching how food and exercise and other lifestyle choices impact on my weight.) I tried again and they did the same. I should have just taken it with an fist-pump, but no. Seven pounds in one day? Something was wrong.
I gave them a good clean and made sure the floor beneath them was clear of any obstructions too, and when I stepped on them again, I wished I’d just taken the 7lb. This time they read a pound heavier than they had before. That’s an 8lb difference. I tried again, but no, they were still a pound heavier than the day before. That means I can’t currently rely on them to tell me how I’m doing. I think I’ll resort to the tape measure instead, and use the same one every time and one that doesn’t stretch.
I fed the dog and had my dirty cuppa, over which I caught up on social media. Bang on the dot I started my reading half-hour and I read several chapters, finishing a few minutes before the 30-minute session was up. I put some washing through, I emptied the dishwasher, I folded some washing, and I put the clothes horse down. Then Alfie supervised me to make sure I was putting outdoor clothes on and not indoor clothes. Jeans are the giveaway here, and shoes, rather than leggings (or shorts) and slippers (or flip-flops).
Bang on the dot again, we were off out on our short walk. Short walks at the moment while I build up my stamina, strength and endurance. The dog doesn’t mind. He just loves to get out on a walk every day. Instead of going back to longer walks, which were making me tired and achey and no good for anything, I might instead try and fit in two shorter walks. One in the morning and one in the afternoon. If I allocate a half-hour slot to each instead of a one-hour slot for one, it should fit into the schedule okay.
When we got back, I did the usual garden patrol and fed and watered the birds, and got changed back into indoor clothes. The dog ran around the garden for a bit with a ball in his mouth, but when he came in he curled up and went to sleep while I did my daily words. I need to think carefully about this writing exercise and maybe give it a purpose for being done, because it’s starting to be a bit of a chore.
At the moment I fluctuate between doing a brain dump or just writing a stream of consciousness. The brain dump is very useful, but now I’m getting it out of my brain and onto the page, I don’t have the need to do that so often. It really is true. If your head is being a bit of a mind hive, write it down. Get it out of the head, onto the page, and stop fretting over it, or obsessing, or over-thinking, or whatever it is one is doing.
I started today’s blog post. Did some editing. Came back to today’s post. Did some more editing, and so on. And I placed a saucer on my desk with a banana, an apple and some grapes on, telling myself I couldn’t have biscuit or cake until the fruit had been eaten.
After my afternoon meal, the plan was to switch from the editing to the Patreon/Medium premium story I wrote last week. All I had to do was give it a quick proofread and choose an illustration, then I could post it and have it earning its keep. Then I’d go back to the editing. I just wanted a little break…
Then I remembered that our solicitor is awaiting further evidence that we’re not laundering money so I thought I’d have a quick look at that…
Four hours later (FOUR hours LATER), I finally emailed him with the requested audit trail.
By this time I was a waste of space, my body was stuck in the sat-hunched-over-a-computer-keyboard position, my focus had frozen at VDU distance, and I was mentally shattered. I just about had enough energy to turn everything off and practically crawl into the living room just so I could sit on a comfy seat in a different position for a few minutes.
I was really disappointed that I hadn’t done the work I wanted to, but hey. Hopefully that’s the last of the money laundering thing…
Today I’ll be catching up. Again.
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You had a good start, it was the crap the solicitor needed that caused trouble. Sorry that derailed you.
Two short walks might also work as good mind/body cleanses, too, getting you away from the desk. I hope today doesn’t have icky admin!