Lately, I feel like my life has been completely consumed by two things: work (and my commute) and running. That’s all I
have make time for anymore. When I’m not doing those things, I’m on the internet, reading running blogs, making running plans, looking up races or exercises, etc.
What haven’t I been doing?
- Cooking actual meals (frozen prepared meals from Trader Joe’s and creamy overnight oats don’t count)
- Reading the non-electronic printed word (I would even be happy if I could keep up with the running magazines I receive before the next issue arrives)
I started reading a book last May. Ten months later, I am not even halfway through it. (Although I suspect that it’s because while I loved the first five books of this series, book six is not holding my attention. Based on the Amazon reviews, I am not the only one who feels this way.)
I know I’m a slow reader (and I’m OK with that) but really? If it takes me over a year to finish one book, I will be disappointed. So that’s my goal. Finish this book by the end of April.
|I need to remind myself that the kitchen is
not just the place where I eat reheated leftovers
while watching cooking shows on PBS.
Here is proof that I can actually cook.
I know I’m no foodie (nor do I pretend to be), but our current eating habits are pretty embarrassing.
We eat out or get carry out way too much. And I pick up lunch way too much. We didn’t move in with my parents to free up money so we could waste it, so it’s really stupid of us to fall into such lazy habits.
I’ve been allowing myself to make excuses – we both have full-time jobs with long commutes, and we work out after work, and I have an early bedtime, so unless we do the prep work in advance, if we actually make dinner, that’s our entire evening.
But I ask myself: why can’t we do the prep work on the weekends? It’s not like we have kids or home ownership duties taking up our time on the weekends. (See yesterday’s post. It’s almost laughable at how self-absorbed and unproductive I am with my time.)
I’ll keep you posted on how I’m doing. And hopefully in April I can make slightly loftier goals on my path to reminding myself that I’m pushing 30 and I should be a much more productive adult. Just because I live with my parents doesn’t mean I have to live like a teenager.