Monday, November 16, 2009

Please tell me how you do it

As I enter the third week of my exercise regimen, I am wondering how in the world some people do it. How do they work, exercise, eat right, and somehow manage the rest of their life in a fashion that makes it look as though they've got it under control? Because there's one thing no one would ever mistake me for at the moment, and that would be someone who has things under control.

I am just not sure how everything that "needs" to be done gets fit into one day. I put "needs" in quotes because necessity is relative, no? The bathroom "needs" to be cleaned, but hell if I've cleaned it.

Here are the things that "need" to happen in order for me to be healthy and maintain some semblance of control:

-I need to get up at 6 and go to bed at 10.
-I need to work from 8 to 5.
-I need to exercise after work.
-I need to cook dinner when I get home.
-I need to clean up. This could involve a number of things, since, as we know, cleaning of the house is a horrible never-ending cycle that will eventually probably drive me into the loony bin.
-And then I need to relax. I deserve this, dammit!

So here's what's not been getting done:

-I have not been getting up nor going to bed on time.
-I have been working too late.
-I haven't made ALL of my dinners.
-I have not been cleaning up.

By the time the weekend arrives, I feel a bit shell-shocked by the week's activities. I sort of stand in the middle of my house, surveying the filth helplessly. I arrange things into piles. I brew coffee and then drink it and continue to survey the filth. I might do the dishes and then give up on housework for the day, wrap myself in my Snuggie and turn on my Kindle.

I think I need to go back to my old standby of accomplishing one thing per day. One thing outside of the things that I absolutely must do. I think tonight's one thing shall be to fold and/or hangup the giant basket of clean laundry in our bedroom. Wish me luck.


  1. It's an illusion. Nobody has everything under control. I get up at 7 a.m., am out the door with spouse and child by 7:30, and on the BART train by 7:45 a.m. I sleep until I hit my station, and work from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. I get back to the house with spouse and child at 6 p.m.

    I then feed the child, occasionally bathe him, change him into jammies, and let him and his dad play while I make dinner. Sometimes, I even get to eat dinner while its hot before putting the boy to bed -- no later than 7:45 p.m.

    Bedtime is my vortex. Will it take 10 minutes? Will it take 2 hours? Spin the wheel! Depending on how that goes, I then do dishes and make lunches for everyone. Sometimes I'll do a load of baby laundry. Or not.

    If I'm lucky, I can sit in front of the TV with the hubbs for 30 minutes before dragging my carcass to bed at 10 or 10:30. Any later than that and I'm hating life when Sean wakes up at 1 a.m. and 4 a.m. to nurse. (And again at 7 a.m. when teh alarm goes off.)

  2. The people who get all of the "need" things done are people who live in a tunnel and have no fun. Period. Their version of fun IS working out; IS cleaning the house. Screw that.

    I have felt this issue lately, too, as I have not been able to drag my ass to the gym on a constant basis. Reason for my inactivity: It's not fun having every minute of the day planned out from the time I wake up to the time I go to bed. I want to watch a little TV, I want to day dream a little bit, and damnit, I do not want to do the dishes tonight. I also want to play with my kid, walk the dog, hang out with my wife, and blog about stuff that matters to me. Where does the gym fit in there?

    Bottom line, enjoy your life and do what makes you happy. There are certain things that need to be done, but the gym is an illusion; excercise is as relative as the term "need." Hell, you could walk around the block with the husband and kill two birds with one stone.