I am ready to leave the house for another day of work. Last night, on the train home, I had such great evening plans. I decided I would make myself dinner, take Bo for a walk, clean up my room, finally pay the bills I’ve been putting off, watch a little television and finally before going to bed, I would do a few work-related things to make the next day easier. I got home and rather than making myself a nice dinner, I scavenged through the fridge and placed a couple items into my mouth. Bo was looking needy and so I took him for a nice walk. The thing is, that’s when everything really broke down. I went to my bedroom and reasoned that if I could just rest for a few minutes I could get back to my plan at a better state of mind. What baloney! I immediately lost all momentum and stayed in bed for the rest of the evening. I kept looking around, trying to motivate myself to get up and at least put some of the clothes away. Right after I removed my make up and washed my face, ready to go to sleep, I forced myself to put away the clothes that were littering the trunk at the foot of my bed. I am not proud, this was no accomplishment. This was a far cry from what I had planned. I find I do this at work too. I think maybe the real problem is I set unrealistic goals for myself. Perhaps I need to just aim lower? Had I instead planned to eat food, walk dog, put away clothes, I would have come out on top.

Lesson learned: Don’t aim too high.