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Too Many Things


Have I become a victim of my own ambitions? I wonder if I have too many balls in the air, if my system is confused and bumping into itself trying to figure out what I am trying to achieve. I made a list on the weekend and was astounded; Mental and Physical improvement is a long list.



And I know from the Willpower Instinct, its human nature to fail at secondary tasks. We have willpower for one thing; dieters tend to spend more, reformed shopaholics eat more etc.

So here is my list;
  • Weight Loss Grant Program (Dietitian, Kinesologist, Behavioural Therapist
  • Dental Overhaul (cleaning, extraction, fillings)
  • Cogitative Behavioural Therapy to correct the OCD and manage the GAD
  • Thyroid Dysfunction; working with a Naturopath and my GP unsuccessfully
  • Kidney Infection and heavy meds
  • Spinal Health; working with a Chiropractor
  • Complete overhaul of my office; including converting the clinic to paperless

My Mental Health;
  •          Meditation
  •          Reading
  •          Writing this blog

And all of that is on top of my regularly scheduled life... being a Mum, a wife and a friend.
No wonder I can’t gain traction anywhere, the only thing that always makes me feel better is chocolate cake, which side steps all of the goals.

I still believe that everything is related to my thyroid. If I could just get it on track, everything else would fall into place, my weight would drop with the effort I am putting in, my kidney’s wouldn’t be over worked, my mood would shift and my exhaustion would be gone making the daily tasks easier to tackle.

Even with the realization... which task/goal do I put on hold?

I need to plan... I need PLANS!

OCD needs plans or the GAD kicks in.

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