Thursday, August 22, 2013

The Road to Hell is Paved With Good Intentions, Part I

If you don't change your sheets, you might find a
delicious surprise in your bed!
Today’s post is the first in a multipart series in which I discuss things that I intend to do and habits that I want to change or eradicate but, for whatever reason, I don’t. I know we all have things like this. Like, nobody intends to not change their sheets for a month and a half, but life gets so hectic, and you have so many obligations that one day you wake up, and it is December 15, and you find a piece of candy corn in the sheets from that Halloween night pity party you threw yourself featuring Brach’s Autumn Mix and wine. (While it may not be the best culinary pairing in history, it certainly was a great mood booster!) Actually, I think we all intend to be better versions of ourselves than we currently are, but it is just so hard. It kind of makes you wonder how those Buddhist monks who give up all worldly comforts in the search for enlightenment even do it. I mean, no tv and no baked Cheetos? That is a serious vow of poverty!

My downfall in changing habits, and in adopting new, better habits always lies in the follow-through. I am a great planner, in fact, I dare say I may be the best planner in the world. I am always coming up with fantastic ideas for how I will improve myself. Once I get the idea, I will make lists, and then I will use my lists to make more lists, and it will likely involve several iPhone apps that would be listed under the heading of “productivity.” Often, in my case, the arrival of a new self-improvement idea heralds the coming of several new iPhone productivity apps that I am so sure I am going to use to absolutely transform my life.

Take the time I decided that I needed to exercise regularly. Well, I actually decide this just about every day of my life, so it is hard to be specific about which time it might have been. That particular time I decided that if I just had a visual reminder of when I had and hadn’t exercised I would certainly adopt a daily exercise routine. I found an app called Streaks to help me in this endeavor. Streaks lets you set a calendar for a certain behavior, and every time you perform that behavior you mark an “x” on the calendar. In my case, I wanted to see x’es on every day of the calendar to show that I had, indeed, exercised each day. Well, I exercised on the first day that I had the app by walking on the treadmill for 45 minutes, and I gleefully marked a big red x on the day. The next day, citing to myself how tired I was, I lay on the floor and did some half-assed crunches, but, because it was sort of exercise, I marked an x on that day too.

Intoxicated by the sight of those two x’es, I thought I better keep the streak going. The next day I didn’t really do any exercise to speak of, but I did stand up for 20 minutes during my school’s afternoon carpool, plus, I walked out to the mailbox to get the mail. Surely those two actions constituted exercise because I moved about a bit for a small period of time. I decided that they did, and I continued in the same mindset for the remainder of the month. I did plenty of standing, jaunting to the car and mailbox, and a few insincere leg lifts, but no exercise to speak of. However, I had my beautiful calendar full of big red x’es, and I was feeling just fine! Do you see what I mean? My problem lies in the execution. I have learned over time that I get way too wrapped up in the iPhone apps I use to assist me in my self-improvement quests, and that I do not focus enough on the tasks at hand. I might spend all my time using the apps to make lists or to plan for my good intentions, when in reality I should have been using the time to execute them.

One of my biggest self-improvement fails, and an ongoing one at that, is my constant belief that I will one day get up early in the morning before work and exercise. I am like a child with an unwavering belief in Santa with my optimism about this possibility. So, every morning, I set my alarm for 4:30 am. Who gets up at 4:30 am, except for monks and maybe farmhands? I have the misguided notion that I will get up at this time, do an hour on the treadmill, and 30 minutes of the P90X Ab Ripper routine. After this type of workout, I will probably need to lie down for several hours to recover, but in my mind I will get a shower, get dressed, go to work and work productively for eight or nine hours without falling asleep at my desk.


HBO Go brainwashes me into not exercising.
Every day, when the alarm goes off at 4:30, I look at it and think, “I can sleep for another hour and a half!” and then I roll over and go back to sleep. Later, when I wake up for good, I tell myself that I will exercise in the evening, after all of my day’s obligations are over, yet, when the end of the day rolls around, hearing the siren song of my bed and the possibility of watching HBO Go on my Apple TV, the desire to exercise just seems to evaporate right then and there. As I am lying in bed, drifting off, after I have set my alarm for 4:30 am, I think, “I will just exercise tomorrow morning…” It is a vicious cycle, and I believe many attempts at self-improvement fall into this category. We mean well, we try hard, we have only the best of intentions, yet there we remain, firmly planted on the road to hell.
Autumn Mix image courtesy of http://www.candycrate.com

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