Day Sixty: Morning Me vs. Evening Me

Morning Me doesn’t like Evening Me very much. But the feeling is mutual. It’s a Goofus and Gallant relationship.

Morning Me says “I have a plan and I’m going to stick to it!”

Evening Me says “Screw it, let’s eat cookies.”

Morning Me says “Let’s exercise and practice good habits!”

Evening Me says “Kid, you have no idea how the world works. It’s been a day. Cookies.”

Evening Me is not a bad guy, but Morning Me writes this blog, and is a little tired of waking up every morning and dealing with his shit.

I’m not sure what keeps Morning Me and Evening Me from communicating effectively; I think it’s Mid-Afternoon Oh God I’m Tired Me that is the… anti-bridge? Chasm? between the two. Mid-Afternoon Oh God I’m Tired Me is the 2-3 p.m. existential crisis that befalls me in a workday. Upon reflection, I believe it is the Jekyll/Hyde moment that heralds the transformation from Morning Me to Evening Me.

Morning Me vs. Evening Me is an afternoon battle

Upon reflection, I think that’s where the battle might be fought. I often think that siesta cultures sound… good. The idea of recharging in the mid-day so you can not be tired in the late afternoon and evening is a delightful concept. But then again, it’s not like the siesta countries are the happiest and most world-beating nations around, so it doesn’t look like siestas make things better or worse on a broad scale.

It’s an interesting thought, though: that it’s not a Morning Me versus Evening Me issue,  but an afternoon problem that manifests later in the day. I’ll have to noodle that around a little and see what comes of it.

In the interim, I need to keep telling Evening Me about favours for your future self. I think that might be language that tired, kind of myopic dude understands.

 

 

Day Forty-Six: Road Accountability

Continuing on from yesterday, more or less: food is going to be a big focus for me. Especially since I have weekend plans out of town. Road accountability is rough.

I am, to be honest, a little nervous about this. I’m bad with food accountability on weekends in the first place. Vacations, even short ones, have traditionally been disasters for this. And I’m already feeling like my stool is wobbly on the food leg.

(I also need to figure out how to do this on the road! Interesting.)

We’re on a pretty strict budget, and already kind of breaking it with this weekend trip. I think micromanaging this time away is going to be a requirement, not an option. Road accountability for the win.

Mapping for Success

There’s no reason we can’t map out the weekend ahead of time. Sit down and plan our meals — out and in — with a budget and an eye on time. Will it diminish enjoyment? Will we feel less spontaneous and less “fun” doing this?

Maybe?

This is where it gets back to having a great partner and collaborating to keep eyes on the prize. I have to ask for help on this one, because obviously I’m not travelling alone. Road accountability for one! Road accountability for all!

Getting back there, synergy is what makes this work, and there are clear dangers in this weekend trip that I can anticipate. And plan for. If action is eloquence (Deeds not Words), I should act and get on top of the problem before it even gets a chance to become a problem.

 

Day Thirty: I hate drinking water (I must drink more water)

Water blows.

I’m sorry. I know there are people out there who are like “there’s nothing I enjoy more than the cool, clear taste of all natural water!” I don’t believe them. We have spent like a billion of years of evolution to invent things that are not water to drink, and if water was so g_d great, we wouldn’t have done that.

Water is boring and I don’t like drinking it.

But I must. Hydration is a pretty big deal, you guys. And I am really bad at it. Of all the ‘healthy’ things I know I’m supposed to do, drinking water is where I fall down the most.

  • It is boring. It bores my mouth. My mouth actively says “I am bored.”
  • It is virtuous in the worst way of “eat your vegetables” virtuousness.
  • It makes me pee a lot, which is really annoying at work, because it’s hard to get into a groove when I’m bouncing up to go to the bathroom all the time.
  • Blargh. Just… blargh. Blargh blargh blargh.

But there’s really no substitute.

I don’t want to load up on sugars, either artificial or fruit. I don’t want weird artificial sweeteners and chemicals in me, and I’m trying not to spend money unnecessarily.

So it’s water. It’s free*, it really is legitimately perfect from a health standpoint, and it’s… well, again, necessary.

I try to keep a 2-litre pitcher filled on my desk at work; I fill it to the 2-litre mark in the morning, and try to be finished with it at 5 p.m. That’s… okay, math… that’s two litres divided by eight hours, and that’s all the math I’m doing.

That’s not really much on an hourly basis.

I just wish it didn’t suck so much. You suck, water.

But I’m going to drink you anyway.

*I mean, my taxes help pay for the infrastructure and staff that keep my drinking water potable, so it’s not technically “free”. Also, don’t buy bottled water unless you really, really need to. If we just put all the money we blow on bottled water into supporting our municipalities, we wouldn’t ever need to buy bottled water. It’s true.