As part of my ’12 months of self control’ project I decided that my challenge for March would be to do with productiveness. I was going to try and wake up at 6:30am on week days to try and do things before work. There was so much I was going to do, pedicures, research, dog walks, exercise, I’d planned so, so, so much yoga. It was going to be great I was going to be so proactive without the mundane feeling of get up, go to work, come home, eat, sleep, get up, repeat. For all the spatial learners out there this was what my mornings would look like;
Cut to the chase, I failed so hard that it hurts. I considered lying about it in my blog because it was that bad.
Day one: Managed to wake myself up at 6:45 by means of force. I grabbed my laptop and watched Gossip Girl on Netflix for two hours straight. ‘It’s a start’ I told myself. ‘Tomorrow I’ll do better’.
Day two: Work up half hour before work started.
Day three: Got up at 6:30 because I had college and I had to.
Day four- 31: NOPE.
I learnt that I am incapable of waking up unless I absolutely have to/ I’m really excited because I’m going to the airport and I know I’m getting a Sausage & Egg McMuffin and a holiday out of it. Apart from that I could quite happily spend 80% of my life sleeping, 10% eating and another 10% drinking Gin. I’m like a fucking Snorlax – the worst Pokémon. Snorlex. Ha.