When I initially went on unemployment, I'd sit at the computer all day, every waking day, including meals and a million games of Solitaire to help the time pass as I perused first the professional websites, followed by the "FINE I'LL CHANGE MY CAREER!" temper tantrums through Boston's Big Business classifieds that would take me far, far away.
Shortly after these and a million rejections from everything from Craigslist ads, job notifications, hiring agencies, etc. I'd land on the couch in tears, usually by about 3:00 p.m.
I felt like if I couldn't get a job, I should be looking for one.
I felt like if I wasn't looking, I was failing.
The fact was that I couldn't get a job. I was looking. And I was failing in spite of it. But that wasn't the real failure.
The real failure was that I gave up on life.
Three o'clock meant it was time to start eating (instant gratification) and feel trapped by circumstance. I felt so guilty leaving the house for any reason other than "job-hunting" with a paper arrow that I simply didn't GO anywhere. I'd stay home. I'd eat, staring at the computer, void of motivation.
No jumping to conclusions -I'm still working out the kinks on getting motivated
What I realized was that I used to make time for myself when I worked full time.
So I made myself go to the gym. Instead of setting myself up to fail, I'd keep it simple, take it day by day.
Shortly after these and a million rejections from everything from Craigslist ads, job notifications, hiring agencies, etc. I'd land on the couch in tears, usually by about 3:00 p.m.
I felt like if I couldn't get a job, I should be looking for one.
I felt like if I wasn't looking, I was failing.
The fact was that I couldn't get a job. I was looking. And I was failing in spite of it. But that wasn't the real failure.
The real failure was that I gave up on life.
Three o'clock meant it was time to start eating (instant gratification) and feel trapped by circumstance. I felt so guilty leaving the house for any reason other than "job-hunting" with a paper arrow that I simply didn't GO anywhere. I'd stay home. I'd eat, staring at the computer, void of motivation.
No jumping to conclusions -I'm still working out the kinks on getting motivated
What I realized was that I used to make time for myself when I worked full time.
So I made myself go to the gym. Instead of setting myself up to fail, I'd keep it simple, take it day by day.
Here is my Five-Day Plan.
- Day 1:
Torture myself by telling myself toget into somedamngym clothesuntil I gave up and ate cookies or chips for the rest of the day - Day 2: (lets just assume about a week or so of Day #1 was repeated for time's sake,
and that this whole cycle hit the "reset" button more than once) - Day "3": Put on gym clothes
and wear them in the house while I repeated Day #2 type-habits for a few days - Day 4:
Get in the car and cry that I let it get to this point.Drive to thedamngym and go inside to work out. - Day 5: Work out
See? It only took five days (over the course of five months) to get there!
And its official.
I've lost more than five pounds.
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