Wow. I just looked back on the week and discovered I didn't do much of anything.
Wrote on two days for about 2800 words. The plot shifted under my feet, the book headed in an entirely different direction, and I fell down. Now I'm not sure exactly what I'm going to do with this thing.
I read two books and a good portion of another. I also read a bit on third book, but had to DNF it. :sad trombone:
On the activity front, I spent a couple hours weeding. That's it. And it tuckered me out, which tells me I really need to do more and get back to being active every day.
In baking news, I made brownies. I also did pizza subs one night. Both extremely yummy. Neither one really good for my ever-widening ass.
Not doing stuff is a vicious cycle. You don't do stuff and then you don't feel like doing stuff. And every day it becomes harder to do stuff. Because when you actually do DO stuff, every little part of your body protests the next day. So then you REALLY don't want to do stuff. It that makes any sense. Plus, the mental aspect of not doing stuff wears you down until all you find yourself wanting to do is sit on the couch eating brownies and watching TV.
We stayed up late last night watching Rio Bravo. Hubs is still sleeping and the deer need to be fed, so as soon as I finish this post, I'll go do that. I am still doing what needs to be done. There are just so few things that actually NEED to be done.
What did you do last week?