I want to be spontaneous. I like being the wild child. The last thing I want to be is predictable. But Flylady tells me–and she’s right!–that routines set me free.
Every Sunday, I get five 8oz mason jars out of the cupboard. I fill them with various tasty ingredients for overnight oatmeal, and stick them in the fridge. Every weekday morning, I grab one. Bam! A healthy, yummy breakfast I don’t have to think about. That means I don’t have to try to cook in the mornings. I’m not tempted to spend money getting really bad-for-me food at the corner McDonald’s. And I enjoy my coffee in peace with my cat, knowing that breakfast will be at work, away from the cat hair while I read my email and plan my work-day.
On Tuesdays and Thursdays when I pack my breakfast and lunch, I toss in a frozen muffin, too. Pumpkin cranberry oatmeal, at the moment. The muffin is my after-work snack, that gets me through a visit to the writing lab (self-paced writing course) and yoga class and back home, past the temptations of money and bad food on the way.
Routine. With a wee bit of planning. And I’m free of last-minute bad choices, free to continue my journey to a happier healthier me, and not guilt-ridden and upset as well as feeling like crap because that’s what I’m eating.
Now I just gotta knock the rest of my life into line.
In Other News
I heard the First Order was looking for me to take back my Geek Card, so I went and saw The Force Awakens finally.†SO MUCH LOVE. I was pretty sure I would love it, and Oh, did I! Rey is marvelous. Finn is so adorable and awesome and yay! Poe Dameron is so damn cute and confident and cuddly. The child saw it at Christmas and was ready to support me at a certain moment, but as sad as I am, I thought it was very well done. And Rey is so damn marvelous!
Now I want to see it again.
We also saw Deadpool, because we were there and it was the matinee and the child would have DIED if she hadn’t seen it soon. I was kind of surprised to really enjoy it–and then I wondered why I was surprised. I knew going in there would be gore and language‡ and plenty of dick jokes. None of these are things that I go looking for, but they also aren’t things that bother me. I think I expected it to be moody anti-hero nihilistic something.††Instead I saw what has to be one of the more brilliant movie openings I’ve ever seen, and I really did enjoy the whole thing. I’d probably be raving about it, if I hadn’t enjoyed Rey and Finn and Poe so very damn much.
†I just want to state in my defense that I tried to see it before! We went to the theater on the Tuesday before Christmas, but our showing was sold out and then we never made it back to the theater.
‡ I am not guiltless in the language department,
††All I knew of Deadpool was what the child and random internet encounters had told me. It was all I cared to know. Now the child is dying to see Suicide Squad. I don’t know if I want to see it, but I do want it to be good, because Harley. I’ll probably see it.