I knew this was going to happen. I know its part of the process. But damn, if it doesn’t suck. I was definitely too ambitious, and my new goal is to restore things to some semblance of order before we leave in two weeks.
I was even feeling super smug and confident when I decided I would hang S-Hooks on a tension rod in my bedroom closet for my bras and camis….but the S-hooks are just too small. And No, there were no bigger S-Hooks available in bulk, and No, tension rods don’t come any smaller at any Chicago area Home Depot. My temporary solution is to drape my bras over the tension rods, and hang the camis from S-hooks hanging from a hanger.
Look at them mocking me. Just waiting for a Monday morning, when I’m running late, to come crashing to the floor as I rip a shirt off the hook in a hurry, metal flying everywhere, cat hair targeting the few clean and hair-free garments in my closet.
My goal for December is pretty aggressive since I really have only two weekends before we are traveling for the holidays. My thought is if I focus 98% of my energy on getting rid of junk now, deep cleaning will be significantly easier later. I also love the idea of coming back from Christmas to a clutter free and organized home. Luckily, the weather is cooperating….
I was going to list all of the nooks and crannies that need purging, but that would be impossible. Even though seeing a really long list getting crossed off is always motivational. Instead, my plan is going to be pretty vague. Once I get going, I tend to go where the mood strikes, and there’s no need to adhere to a strict schedule if I’m getting things done. Here’s my plan with some before pictures, though they don’t do justice to the amount of crap shoved in drawers and hiding in corners.
I think New Years Resolutions are stupid. Why wait until January, in the dead of winter, when you’re hungover and feeling lumpy from holiday indulgence to start trying to improve yourself? It seems like a great excuse to give up for months until next January.
Buckling down in December, however, isn’t exactly a great time to go hardcore on any goals. I plan to enjoy the season and refuse to feel guilty for indulging, or hibernating, occasionally. So my goal this month is to research, refine, and plan my goals, while building a base and getting back into a fitness routine.
Research: I want to read more about EVERYTHING, but to start, my reading list is below. I want to make informed and reasonable goals instead of biting off more than I can chew. I could use suggestions for strength training and yoga.
Refine: Look at my goals with a more informed eye and ask the following questions:
What goals are most important to me?
What is the specific goal? (5 chin-ups in a month? Loose 10 pounds by March? Run a spring marathon?)
What goals are reasonable while still enjoying good friends and a social life?
What will determine if a goal is met? (Keep a clean house for a month means…no dust bunnies ever? Keeping horizontal surfaces free of clutter? All of the above?)
How do I get back on the wagon when things get derailed?
Plan: Put all of this homework in a super colorful, easy to read spreadsheet, as an executable plan.
Building a Base:
Run enough to survive the Polar Dash 10k in January.
Weight Training 3 times a week.
Only eat high quality French Fries. No Ruffles and Jalapeño Cheddar Cheese Liquid.
Alcohol on trivia night only.
PURGE everything in our home. Empty closets, throw shit out, be RUTHLESS.
How do you prepare to be successful? My usual “wing it” method has not worked tremendously well, so maybe this will? Suggestions for reading material?
Wherein I describe my journey through stress in the context of preparing for a record sprint through Thanksgiving weekend.
The weekend schedule:
Thursday: 5.5 hour drive, Afternoon Turkey day meal with In-Laws, followed by quick evening gathering with Grandpa, Mom/Dad/Sis, Aunt/Uncle/Cousin
Friday: Two hour drive with Mom/Dad/Sis to visit Grandma with a heaping side of family tension.
Saturday: Guilt-trip filled breakfast with everyone before (7 hours of) dashing back home ASAP.
Phase One: Weeks beforehand, and anxiety starts to mount at the number of people we will be pulled between. This manifests itself in slight over-reactions and the occasional snappy reply
Phase Two: As the travel date approaches, the anxiety turns into non-stop movie in my head of potential scenarios. All of which are wildly improbably and involve me making well reasoned, razor sharp, and sarcastic rebuttals followed by a dramatic exit.
Phase Three: Long and complicated list making, none of which result in getting anything done. The husband starts telling me to chill out as he’s running for the hills.
Phase Four: Fuck it. Packing for 2 days of car travel and two days of eating? I believe that’s why elastic pants were invented.
Phase Five: Pumpkin Spice Latte, Programmed GPS, and quality time with the hubby.