The Wagon's Still in the Shop

Today wasn't the day.

Maybe tomorrow won't be either. It's on the horizon though.

I know because I'm the mechanic. I'm the wheel wright. I'm fixing this wagon.

How? Well, in short, I'm going to mom myself. I'm going to turn my wagging mom index finger on myself and say, "Beatrice Elizabeth, you cannot read that book or write that story or drink that coffee or have screen time until you've done at least twenty minutes today!"

Of course knowing me as I do, there will be the five stages of getting out of responsibility and shirking self - discipline:

1. DENIAL: You can't make me. I do what I want. You're not the boss of me!

2. ANGER: You're just doing this cuz you're mean! I don't like you when you're like this!

3. BARGAINING: Fine, I'll do it, but can I do half now and half later? How about I do two workouts tomorrow?

4: DEPRESSION: What's the point of doing this anyway? It's not like I'm ever going to lose any weight. I never do. I just want to curl up and cry.

5: ACCEPTANCE: Yes, I know you are right. It's what is best for me. Twenty minutes isn't that long. I can make it.

And then when those wheels are back on that buckboard hopefully I'll feel better inside and out. Though, I do think inside is more important because eventually feeling well inside becomes being well outside.

Goodnight, friends. Pray for me. Cheer for me. Do your twenty minutes with me then use your screen time reward to tell me how you feel.

P.S.
As much as I'd like to say this plan is my idea, it's not. Someone wise planted the seed and I ran with it.