I'm hoping to get a handle this weekend, even though I have already made some plans. My apartment is starting to look like Grey Gardens. I'm not even joking - they could film an episode of Hoarders in here. I need to get on that stat before (1) I get some sort of infestation or (2) I trip, fall, break my neck and my body is left to rot for weeks. Yeahhh, cleaning! Woo hoo!
I tried taking this Energy Management class at work and it sucked like whoa. A complete waste of time and I got nothing out of it. I'm still searching for the perfect time/energy management solution - some kind of way to compartmentalize my life so that I can include every little thing I want to get done - work, reading, time with friends, writing, blogging. I have so many interests and just not enough time to explore them all.
I'm starting to get disgusted with my body. I need to start working out and stop shoveling crappy food down my throat... says the girl who's planning to go to Butter tomorrow night and eat mozzie sticks and deep fried twinkies. Jaykay on the twinkies - that's gross, but yes to fried cheese! I just don't know how I've let myself go so quickly. Normally I'm on this and I'm really good at maintaining my weight.
Yoga is becoming something I'm interested in trying. My therapist and I were talking about how I don't have any hobbies and maybe I need to get some. I mean, watching Mob Wives and Real Housewives is not a legit hobby. Yoga seems like it could center me and make me more limber. Perfect mind-body connection that my hippie-tendency self would love.
Anyway, it is time for this girl to watch Criminal Minds and sleep. More tomorrow, promise!