The Musings of a Wandering Soul

Have you ever wondered why good habits are so much easier to break than the bad ones?

I accepted some time ago that I am truly a creature of habit. I thrive on a routine. While I don't plan most of my activities I really do do better when they are fitted into a routine. And once I have a routine I am much more productive and happy. Serenity is achieved, all the brain chemistry seems to level out and I am generally a better person to live with. Until something disrupts this happy cycle. (Like traveling for a week in a foreign country) The routine breaks down rapidly, the serene routine crumbles and all my 'bad' habits and psycho moods return.

The routine that took weeks if not months to achieve is decimated in a matter of days.

Hence my current state where I have been cooking less and eating out more(not good for my health or budget), the house is a wreck and I haven't been to the gym or the beach in a few weeks. I have been fighting the pull of entropy but seem to keep coming up short. So much to do so many things to distract me.

But the new routines have a deadline. They need to be in place by 9/16. That is when Steve heads to VA for 10 wks to be indoctrinated into the bizarre world of Military Intelligience. If they aren't in place by then they probably won't be until late Oct or Nov. Has hard as it is to admit I sleep more and slack less when he is here. (This has nothing to do with his level of slack)

So I will again set out tommorrow to become healthier and happier.