I feel distinctly un-challenged lately. This is both a mental and a physical thing, and both are my fault. I could push myself physically -- in fact, given how out of shape I am, that wouldn't require a lot. And I can feel how much my body craves it. I find myself getting up and moving around while I'm, say, watching TV.
The lack of mental challenge is a little bit tougher to overcome on my own... but not really. I could start work on that novel I fully intend to write. *snicker* I could put some work into my classes -- I have plenty that needs to be done, but I'm cowering from the task. But no, instead I find myself lying around, watching TV, reading, and eating. (Now, before you point out that reading is a challenge -- for me, it's not. Not particularly, not the books I'm reading.)
So now I'm mouldering. The longer I let myself have it easy, the harder it is to voluntarily make my life uncomfortable.
My goals for the rest of the summer: challenge my body to get in shape; put forth more effort than the minimum required in my classes; make it to work every day, no matter how little I want to; stop eating my emotions; quit smoking; write more; waste less time.
