Self Discipline

Two words which brings a chill to the hearts and a heaviness to the souls to those of us who are more naturally inclined to be the exact opposite. Two words which drain the fun out of your day and conjure up flashes of brown, boredom, deprivation and drudgery. Self discipline? Bah! That's for vegans, breatharians and freaks who have nothing better to do, right?

Now, if by self discipline, you mean occasionally visiting the gym, taking a multivitamin four days out of seven (on a good week), eating Maccas only weekly and getting to bed before 1.30am more often than not, then yes, I have self discipline by the bucket load. I am practically bathing in it. If I were any more self disciplined I'd have.....


......finished my midwifery years ago.......

......be running 5k straight.......

.......have lost those last 5kg since having Boy Child......

......be debt free.........

......be a Home Owner, rather than a Filthy Renter......

Ah, hang on. STOP!! This is turning into a list of recriminations and that was not the intention of this post! See! See what simply discussing self discipline does to you? Fills you with regret and shame and guilt and oh my  goodness, I need to go and pour a big glass of wine, sit in front of the TV and forget all about all the things I haven't done.


BUT!!!

I make lists. Often. Whether or not I achieve those things on the lists is another matter. What does matter is that I am self disciplined enough to sit down and write those lists. It's a start, dammit.



The funny thing is though, I actually do feel SO much better when I go to bed earlier, go to the gym or go for a jog, eat well, drink less alcohol, spend less money.....it's just that it's SO much less fun.


Sigh.