The first day of challenging myself went well. Actually, while I don't want get carried away, I am getting carried away. It went marvellously.
I was woken by my alarm at 7.30am. I got up! I did a quick tai chi warm-up thing (after a fag, of course, let's not be silly here). Had a shower. Meditated. Made Mag tea and breakfast in bed (I'm showing off now). Washed up. Went to the shop to get milk, survived the shop being closed and having to walk to the next one. And was at my desk and ready to work at 9am.
I stayed there. I left for a morning break and a trot down the road for Antabuse supervision. I made lunch. I ate fruit when I was hungry. I didn't touch Facebook till nearly 7pm. I made dinner.
My work at the moment is challenging. I'm starting with two new clients. Both of them could be quite well paid, on-going work. I'm slow at the moment. I struggled through it though. Not once did I go to social media, look at porn (despite Mag being out for the afternoon), spend an hour on the Guardian's comment pages making myself impotently furious with the world.
I thought I'd be exhausted now. But I'm doing OK. It's been weird having a schedule for a whole day, and, having it, having stuck to it. It's been a long time.
I know people do this every day. I haven't for a long time. For too bloody long.
That is one day. (And I still have a bit of exercise to do this evening (though it will be while watching telly and after having ate chocolate)). One day does not make a routine. However, I feel good on it so I refuse to allow my usual negativity to come into play here. There's no reason why I can't do this tomorrow, and tomorrow...
I've hit all my targets for the day. Including cutting back on caffeine.
I feel really full of life, I feel energised, I feel pleased with myself, I feel like a crash is on the way (just in terms of tiredness coming on).
We'll see how it goes tomorrow then.
If you spent it thank you for your time. If you'd like to talk please leave a comment or drop me an email.