Time, weight and money have always been issues for me. I can't seem to control any of them.
I'm a poor timekeeper, and I overcompensate. I have tended towards the ridiculously early. I'll avoid adding events or tasks to my schedule, for fear they would impact some other item.
When all else fails, just add time. This is a correctional device that is probably about 20% of what makes me who I am. You can add distractions to the discounts allowed column of my timekeeping ledger while you are at it. From making the bed, to taking the bus, give me more time!
Every third week, I'm on a healthy kick of some description. I wish I could be as optimistic as to say I take 1 step forwards, and 2 steps back, but the damage I do to myself when I'm off the health wagon is far more severe than that. In January 2015, I was 12.5 stone. Today, I'm 16 stone. My target now is 14 stone.
After heartily declaring to my wife that this time, I'm losing the weight, no questions asked, I put on a jumper which is a too large for me — I love it, she isn't so keen.
This is true in -2 stone, but in +2 stone, it would probably be a perfect fit. Sadly, the removal of weight is not fixed on a linear timeline for me, which I've come to accept.
Future events are so often built on triggers rather than time. We speak about them definitively, even though they are conditional.
"Not if, when" is like a mantra for the flake who is finally going to turn it around.
When I have savings...
When I lose the weight...
When I grow up...
If only these triggers were truly as inevitable as the passing of time.
Some portion of the sad recurrence of this problem has to be attributed to the fact that we set goals as triggers.
Growing up is path I'm still on, and I'm often doing better at weight loss.
I've finally learned that "having savings" can't be the trigger for getting my life in order, if there is no trigger causing me to save.