Friday

I find myself almost resisting posting an entry--I don't want to think I've tricked myself into compliance. That's too circular even for me.

Today is cold and icy; I managed to drag myself out of bed early enough to catch the train from Woodbridge. I always enjoy the time on the train: reading, sorting mail, doing makeup, generally relaxing. So why is it that I am so resistant to getting up and making it happen? I originally intended to catch the Manassas line train (23 minutes earlier than the one I took!), but snoozing three times, "napping" on the couch after letting the dogs out, and generally wasting time aren't conducive to keeping a schedule. That really is the only negative about the train--I'm on someone else's schedule. How do I stop being a "late person"?

Next week, I think I am going to have to catch the early train (6:53!! which means leaving home at 6:30!!) so I can come home early. D's team is in the playoffs Tuesday (and potentially, hopefully Thursday), and he works late Mondays, so I have to step up. I am going to see Bon Jovi with B on Thursday, too, so I want to make that Gran's only late night with the Beast. Though I guess that means I won't get to see him in the mornings. :( I really need to invest in a spycam for his bedroom.

I've managed to stay away from the Thin Mints today. I even threw away half of my bread from Cosi. Shocker. If I can keep this up, I may be on a roll!

Baby Steps

I set my home page to my blog in the hopes that it would inspire me to write every day. Now I'm irritated when I hit the "home" button and don't get Google. I must admit it doesn't take much to irritate me, though. Is that a character flaw? In any event, it must be working, because here I am on post number 2.

In other news, Thin Mints are evil.



I have been pretty successful so far leading myself not into temptation, food-wise, but here come the cookies. I know it is my own fault (I did order them, after all), but I wish they weren't in the drawer of my file cabinet, quietly calling my name....

Here I Go Again

I can't even count the number of times in my life I've tried to keep a journal. As a child, I would excitedly buy those little pink diaries--complete with locks!--and determine to capture all of my innermost thoughts. Ha. When I didn't lose the key, I made maybe 4 entries in each, typically over the space of several months. The first entry usually contained a solemn vow that *this* diary would be different; this diary would be the one I would faithfully update. Later entries along the lines of "I can't believe how long it's been since I've written here!" were followed by dozens of blank pages. Obviously not my forte. Case in point: I started this blog at least three years ago, and this is my first entry.

So here I go again. Let's see if I can keep it up this time (and not just leave a cyber-record of my inability to keep up with journaling).