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avramI think one of the casualties in my personal war on sloth may be my capacity for lying to myself.
A recurring bit of accompaniment on my internal soundtrack is “so tired”, this notion that pops into my head every so often that I’m tired or sleepy, and that this excuses me from doing, well, whatever. I heard it again a little while back, and knew it for a lie. I’m not tired, or sleepy. I’m a bit exhausted, from working out than doing the laundry, but I’m not in the least tired. I am, in fact, vibrating like a plucked string, as if I’d just had a cup of coffee (which I haven’t, though I think I’m about to go to Ground; I’ll have to get decaf).
I did have a period of mid-afternoon sleepiness yesterday, which was my first day since Monday without a workout.
A recurring bit of accompaniment on my internal soundtrack is “so tired”, this notion that pops into my head every so often that I’m tired or sleepy, and that this excuses me from doing, well, whatever. I heard it again a little while back, and knew it for a lie. I’m not tired, or sleepy. I’m a bit exhausted, from working out than doing the laundry, but I’m not in the least tired. I am, in fact, vibrating like a plucked string, as if I’d just had a cup of coffee (which I haven’t, though I think I’m about to go to Ground; I’ll have to get decaf).
I did have a period of mid-afternoon sleepiness yesterday, which was my first day since Monday without a workout.