We all love watching those completely unrealistic and staged ‘my morning routine’ vlogs on YouTube. Most of us unsuccessfully attempt them on our own, usually failing on just the first day, not waking at the ridiculous 5am hour to meditate and cleanse our aura.

I have a pattern. Today I was prompted to look at that. Routine can be as simple as feeding the dog every morning. Now that’s just one item, and that is all it takes. One task, repeated for about 3 days, will have me crawling out of my skin and questioning my very existence on this planet. Is this all there is? Is this what I’m meant to be doing right now? Am I going to stand here in a robe with bunny slippers and a bad back and poor dog food in a bowl for the next 13 years? Is this my life?

Routine feels good! Until it doesn’t. It’s refreshing to make a cup of coffee and sit down to write each morning. Ethan is behaving, dog is fed, bed is made, the morning is happening like clockwork, and I feel calm and at peace. I could have make a killer vlog this morning. Today is day 2. Tomorrow I will go insane.

Do not go insane. Tomorrow is day 3. It is also the first weigh-in and marks my first week on WW. This event will add a pinch of salt or a dash of pepper, if you prefer (as I do), without changing the menu. Tomorrow we break the pattern and sustain the routine. Of course, if you don’t hear from me, one can assume I was unsuccessful, and thus hiding in my closet with a box of chocolate. Please send help.

-Peace