Before anyone asks, General Malaise is not the Supreme Allied Commander in Europe. General Malaise is a condition that The Management and I suffer from. Part of it is depression-related, part of it is simply just feeling crappy. General Malaise shows up when you have a pile of stuff to do and you wind up sitting and staring at the stuff to be done without actually doing any of it.
The time has come to fight General Malaise. He is a bad bad man (or woman) and he is evil.
I’m not saying that you should never have a lazy day where you just need to chill. Far from it. It’s that you can’t let the lazy days rule your life. If everyone felt that way, we’d never get anything done. We’d be sitting back, waiting for it to happen.
It’s OK to have down days. Not everyone can be happy 100% of the time, unless they are using some seriously good drugs. Even the happiest people I come in contact with have bad days from time to time. The key is to keep them in balance.
On the weight loss front, I’ve managed to enter all the upcoming appointments into the ball and chain (or the iPrecious). I find that while I’m looking forward to seeing the dietician and the exercise guys, I’m really looking forward to seeing the psychologist. I’ve been thinking for some time that it might do me some good to talk to a professional and maybe figure out why I have this compulsion for Cheetos and other carb-y goodness. I realize that one session won’t totally unravel 41 years of bad behavior, but maybe it can point me in the right direction.
Won’t be writing much this weekend. We’ll be taking our place along the rail for the Preakness on Saturday. Maybe I will do some wardrobe commentary because this is a great place to watch people.
Have a great day!
Memoirs of a Soon-to-Be Former Fat Guy 