Today was supposed to be the day I started working out again. I had a plan. I had a goal. Of course it was a resolution. But it was even bigger than that. Or so I thought.
Instead, I overslept by HOURS and have done nothing since then. I called work and told them I wouldn't be in. I could have accomplished so much today... laundry, workout, getting my tire fixed, cleaning out my fridge, going for a walk, shipping gifts, reading, or even working from home. But instead, I did NOTHING. Absolutely nothing.
Every weekend, I get behind in taking my meds. And every Monday morning, I pay the price. Why do I do it? What's the point? I KNOW the ramifications of that decision. I KNOW I could miss work. I KNOW it brings me down emotionally. I KNOW it's not doing me a darn bit of good in the long run. Yet I do it anyway... almost every weekend.
Maybe THAT should have been my New Year's resolution. Commit to taking my meds and following my doctor's orders every day. EVERY day.
Lucky for me...