Because people will say nice things to you. Seriously, thanks everyone for your support in my little freak out last night. I tend to think of myself as really laid back, but really I think I'm harder on myself than I realize. Once I get this proposal off and get settled into some kind of routine for writing, I think I'm going to be okay. I actually care about this project but at the same time always have the feeling I'm missing something.
I did manage a workout yesterday and it was nice. I have a whole weight routine, but I didn't do that last night and I think I'm going to drop it for now. I like profgrrrrl's advice about multitasking while working out, and I might do that sometimes. But it's also nice just to be thinking about how much further and faster I want to go on the treadmill. It's nice to focus on something so physical.
I also ordered pizza last night. It was kind of funny. I've been in such a cooking mode lately that it didn't even occur to me as an option. Silly me. And someone asked me yesterday why Mr. Geeky didn't cook. And I said it was like a foreign language to him. He can do it, but it's so painful, I can't watch. So he cleans up. I am the messiest cook on the planet, but he comes in behind me and cleans up everything. And I hate cleaning up. So I cook. We eat. I take my plate to the kitchen and then don't think about it again. I love it that way.