I've been on summer vacation for about six weeks now. And like other summers, I haven't accomplished much at this point of my break. I spent a few days visiting my parents in Houston, but I wouldn't say this summer has been very productive so far. If I'm not spending hours on my feet at my retail job, I'm tidying up the house (read: trying), watching basically whatever is on TV, or more recently, dragging myself with the utmost strength doing the aforementioned because I am sick. Who gets sick in 90 degree weather anyways?
I should have started summer a little better. Maybe I could have started baking cakes again, read more books, even making bracelets. Truthfully my mind has been elsewhere and I hate having these kind of emotional distractions. So what's a girl to do?
Food poisoning, along with a few pounding migraines, a couple more upset stomachs and some body aches and nerve-chilling shivers later, it's evident that my formula for a planned summer isn't working. Clearly I need to take better care of myself, and with any hope, a "better" me can create all the motivation needed to get everything done that needs to be dealt with this summer.
I could start by eating better (step one: actually eat something), perhaps fitting in some exercise a couple days a week (unsurprisingly, being a couch potato can really cramp up my muscles), and creating a better living environment (the bedroom needs some Swiffer plus more). I sit here and ponder what I'm going to do next and I can't come to a definitive choice on where to begin. But I did eat a yogurt for breakfast this morning. Progress?
