The Fallacy of Rewards

My friend is on a diet. She promised herself a ring if she loses some number of pounds, and she is close to her goal. I need to lose more than some number of pounds. My husband who rarely goes further than his comfy chair when he’s not at work agreed if I lose this gianormous amount of weight we could go to a cabin with a screened porch in the mountains on a lake with the dogs. I am told visualization helps in reaching goals, but I seem only to be losing the same two pounds over and over. Maybe why: when I am craving food I visualize my happy, happy, much thinner self on that porch on that mountain looking out on that lake. Then I realize that happy, happy thinner me looking out on that lake wants chocolate.

ROLL-OVER or WHY I'M NOT A WORLD-CLASS NOVELIST. YET.

Yesterday I had a long-do list. I knew when I completed it I would be well on my way to completing every to-do list every day for the rest of my life. My life would be in order, I would be respectable, and my mother in heaven could smile down on me in pride.

Then Veronica Mars arrived in the mail from Netflix.

Sorry, Mom. Again.

oh the pressure

I decided to do the NaNowhateverBlog Month, and I had fifteen snippets I wanted to post. Now I can't think of one of them.