Last night after a really busy day...that goes like this.....wake up, get the boy off to school, to the post office, to work ---work, work, work --- back to school to pick him up, a couple of errands that included a sword exchange and a lesson from my son on the fact that, although, he was appreciative I bought him a sword for his Halloween costume, Darth Vader has a red sword, not a blue one. Who knew.....then to Olive Garden for dinner because mom was too tired to make pasta myself, then to Garden Ridge for some office decorations. Whew.
When we got home and he was off to bed I finally sat down on the couch. It hit me! I have spent a long time on the couch. As a lover of therapy and a counselor myself, I think "the couch" is a wonderful and cathartic place to be; however, there has to be a time that a person takes the information from inside of those rooms and creates some action outside of those rooms.
Just a thought on a Friday before an action packed weekend that will not be spent on "the couch".
3 comments:
I can relate to your efforts to curb you "couching" activities. I struggle with the irrational belief that the couch is my friend. I am founding that I get no support from my friend, "the couch", when needing some support in increasing my mobility outside of my sanctuary. I have also tried to change my thinking and view the couch. I looked up the definition of couch and found that among a few standard definitions, "Couch" means lair of a wild beast. (thought to self- "that’s not scary enough or motivating enough for change- I am a wild beast"). I also found another definition of "couch"----to lie in a heap for decomposition or fermentation, as leaves. Now that's it...I can get with this....disgust is motivating.... Stay away from the couch!….
NEMOTOO
Disgust doesn't motivate me as much as I wish it would. I started a two hour diet yesterday. I made it the entire two hours. Maybe tomorrow I should go for three?
You are such a good girl. Taking small appropriate steps to recovery from “couch potato-itis”. I am sorry to say that I have allowed the illness to go untreated for so long that ….that ……well….I am now head long into self-flagellation (the belt, the bat, the bastanda—Buffy reference..never mind ..I’m so immature )…..I wake up to self verbal abuse ….you know what I mean….get you’re A$% out of bed… who do you think you are Twiggy? You’ve got less than 45 minute to work out before work…Lard Butt…I am struggling against the urge to purchase objects to impel myself with because I am just not getting it…..I think I need……dare I say it…………An….An……An…….INTERVENTION……OOH GOD ……whimper …whimper….(can you hear the violin? I am so pathetic..)…I really must stay away from Big Mama’s chicken and fish emporium….To me this place is like …..crack to an addict…. This reminiscing about fried fat filled greasy food is causing a Homer moment…I better go now…
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