It seems my post last week was overly optimistic. Oh well, I’m not going to waste a lot of time complaining. It’s taking me a little longer to recover than I thought. But I’m feeling better now, just a bit slow, so I’m back!
So, back to those goals.
- Move little table out to the living room so I have someplace to eat away from my desk (and not the kitchen bar). X
- Eat dinner away from my desk. Decrease distractions so I can pay more attention to what I’m eating and how I’m feeling. X
- Go through my closet and cull out the stuff I don’t wear.
- Donate old clothes to the thrift store.
- Move the boxes from the freezer room to the storeroom. X
- Rearrange freezer so I can conveniently put in the freezer meals, soups, stews, etc., that I’m preparing now – and have one area of the stuff that needs to be thrown away or composted. X
- Read the first chapter (well, re-read) of When Women Stop Hating Their Bodies. Be honest with myself. X
- Continue to block body hate/shame thoughts. X
- Explore the local flea markets for creative ideas for my fairy garden.
- Get a plumber out here. (well step 1, clean the bathroom well is done) X – scheduled for 11/26
- Call handyman and get a commitment to the chores I need done. (waiting for callback)
- Call the shrink.
- Do the most needed of the upstairs chores.
- Hire someone to clean upstairs at least monthly.
- Mail baby gift. (rinse and block it first)
Now obviously, not everything is going to get done this week. For one thing, it seems my body needs more sleep after two weeks of essentially no sleep. Some of those things won’t take longer than a few minutes to a half hour, yet I keep putting them off. So I want to strike them off sooner than some of the other things. Some things are ongoing. Changing the self talk, changing how I cook, reading…. all of those will be ongoing.
Some things, like the phone calls, are there because I keep putting them off. I hate making phone calls. This is probably a depression thing.
I haven’t put a lot of “get out of the house” goals on the list, but they’re there in my head. I’m being really resistant to going out right now. Not sure where that’s coming from. It isn’t exactly anxiety. It isn’t exactly depression.