"I've decided that perhaps I'm bulimic and just keep forgetting to purge."

-- Paula Poundstone

Monday, May 24, 2010

“Lost” sleep

Hello, Monday, you evil little wench. We meet again.

I’ve gotta tell you: I am so glad TV season is winding down.

These late nights are killing me.

I stayed up to watch the 2.5-hour grand finale of “Lost” last night. It ended at 11:30.

I’ve learned that to function well in my “new” life, I have to be in bed by no later than 10 p.m. or I pay for it the next day.

Nevertheless, I got myself up and on the treadmill to start Week 13 of this wonderful and excruciating journey.

Back when I worked at The Flint Journal, I’d take the call some mornings from the Opinion editor, who would give me the changes he wanted to his pages over the phone.

And every time, he’d end the call by saying “Time to get on the treadmill.”

One morning I replied, “I don’t know how you do it.”

“You just do it,” he said. “You don’t give yourself a choice.”

After 12 weeks of this, I understand.

OK, OK, I know why you’re here: I lost 1 pound this week.

Hey, I’m happy, especially after pulling down 5 the week before. And I am learning to count any loss these days as a victory.

If you’re struggling on your own journey, is it time to make a change?

Is it time to stop giving yourself choices?

Stop thinking about it. Just do it.

Have a great week.

1 comment:

  1. DVR - GREATEST thing ever! We waited an hour before starting LOST, (putting the kids to bed) and still wound up getting it over with by 11:00. Fastforwarding commercials is GREAT!