I'm okay at actually getting up and getting myself moving, but I'm very, very bad at remembering things. This morning, for instance, I completely forgot breakfast. Consequently, I had to stop at the store on the way to work and grab a bagel, an item that doesn't quite work on the diet. Usually, I eat a granola bar; this morning, I brushed my teeth before I dried my hair, which threw me off, and therefore, I forgot to eat said granola bar.
Usually, however, I forget to brush my teeth. I think in my first week of work, I forgot every day. I'm not kidding, either. I always thought about doing it, and then I'd forget and walk out the door. About half-way to work, I'd become aware of the general icky feeling in my mouth, and get embarrassed. I've never been one to keep gum in my purse, but I do now.
I did better last week, but only because I woke up one morning and saw that S had put up a post-it on the bathroom mirror that said, "Brush Teeth". Apparently, he's as distressed as I am over my inability to remember simple personal hygeine. I remembered that morning, and then when I went to leave, I saw another post-it on the front door. He's REALLY concerned, I guess. Still, now the post-its are staying in place and I remember to brush (but not to eat, obviously) every morning, and I get to have a little early morning happy smile time when I think about how nice it was for S to remind me to brush.
However, I don't expect him to put a breakfast post-it up. I'm certain I can do better. Maybe I'll start keeping a box of granola bars at work.
he's so nice....why can't we all be so lucky to have someone like him...
Posted by: C | January 18, 2006 at 10:47 AM