First day of the rest of my life. Or the rest of my week. Or whatever.
Monday, July 25, 2011
I hate that I always go 23094809823% when I get into something and can't just ease into things like a hot bath. So I'm trying to play it cool, quietly eat my sammidge and fruit instead of calling Jimmy John's for a fat-tastic sub and chips (seriously, the dude cam here to deliver so often I wondered if people thought he was my boyfriend).
Tonight's the real test on the sleep challenge--my son is back with me, and trying to get HIM to bed by 10 is a herculean effort, and I need a few minutes to myself before I get started on The Routine.
Exercise is on hold for now... it's the kind of thing that hey, if I bike with my son--awesome! If I happen to take a walk--rad. But I really have enough to mind-screw to death right now, thanks very much, so I'm going with "no expectations are even easier to meet than low expectations."