Clocking In
Ah, the first morning of Eastern Standard Time. The one morning every year when one says to oneself, Hey, maybe this getting up insanely early isn't so bad after all. I could make this work. Up before dawn, at my desk before dawn, look at me being all productive and it isn't even 6 am yet! Yeah, this is the way to do it. I'm going to stick with this!
Then there's the question of food. Five o'clock rolls around and Desperate says to herself, You know, maybe w should start eating dinner earlier. Say round 6, 6:30. That's supposed to be healthier, right? They always say eating too late is bad for you. You start dinner at 8, by 9:30 you end up sacked out in front of Netflix with your third glass of wine in your hand and that "It's too late to do anything else" conviction floating around in your head, watching ancient episodes of "The Office" instead of reading, oh, maybe Gibbon's "The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire" like you meant to do. Like the "better you" would do.
Yeah, this "getting up earlier" plan is definitely the way to go if you want to lead a healthier, more productive life.
It's really too bad it's such an incredibly unattractive plan. Why is it that every game plan for improving one's life has to start with "get up an hour earlier?" Where are the great "Sleep in 'til ten" life plans? We put a man on the moon, but we can't figure out a way to make sleeping in and Netflixing until midnight something to aspire to? Doesn't make sense.
All that being said, Desperate is going to give the get-up-earlier plan her annual shot. Who knows, I might be able to make it work this time.
And at least for the next couple of days, I'll be able to enjoy the sweet revenge of being the one who gets the dog up too early, instead of the other way around. Seriously, I wait all year for this.
Then there's the question of food. Five o'clock rolls around and Desperate says to herself, You know, maybe w should start eating dinner earlier. Say round 6, 6:30. That's supposed to be healthier, right? They always say eating too late is bad for you. You start dinner at 8, by 9:30 you end up sacked out in front of Netflix with your third glass of wine in your hand and that "It's too late to do anything else" conviction floating around in your head, watching ancient episodes of "The Office" instead of reading, oh, maybe Gibbon's "The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire" like you meant to do. Like the "better you" would do.
Yeah, this "getting up earlier" plan is definitely the way to go if you want to lead a healthier, more productive life.
It's really too bad it's such an incredibly unattractive plan. Why is it that every game plan for improving one's life has to start with "get up an hour earlier?" Where are the great "Sleep in 'til ten" life plans? We put a man on the moon, but we can't figure out a way to make sleeping in and Netflixing until midnight something to aspire to? Doesn't make sense.
All that being said, Desperate is going to give the get-up-earlier plan her annual shot. Who knows, I might be able to make it work this time.
And at least for the next couple of days, I'll be able to enjoy the sweet revenge of being the one who gets the dog up too early, instead of the other way around. Seriously, I wait all year for this.
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