Today didn’t go as smooth as the previous three. I still wrote at a reasonable time, earlier than on one of those days, but I ended up caving into take out cravings. I didn’t overeat, but I did struggle to hold my focus all day, and when I went for a walk I fell well short of my target steps. I’m about to go for a second one to see if I can bank the rest of my steps, but today was, well a bit of a mess. I keep having to remind myself that bad days happen, that I did my job which is first and foremost from a society point of view what I need to do, and that I am still on top of my targets out of work too. But all the same, it’s hard to call a day like this a ‘win’, even though the whole point of 1K is every day I hit target is a win, so every day is a win.
Don’t get me wrong I’m not second guessing 1K – even if it is healthy to look at our beliefs and methods with objectivity. I know it still works because I do feel for all that like today was a good day in the end, as I do every day before I go to bed, no matter how late. But I am craving the days where I had 10am targets, inbox zero every day and was much more useful not just at work but to the people in my life who matter the most. I will get there again, but after a year I’m feeling, impatient. Still, I’m off to go buy some batteries for my old Tamogatchi, and then I’m gonna zone out to the final episode of The Warrens podcast. What I wouldn’t give for more episodes of that…
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