I haven’t felt well for the past few days. I deserve it; despite the fact that today is Halloween, I won’t tell you the grisly details of how I’ve been abusing my poor undeserving body of late. It’s been brutal, and I may need to do nothing but sleep, exercise, and eat cucumbers and cod liver oil for the next three weeks to try to offset some of the damage. I would arm wrestle Vin Diesel for a cucumber right now.
I’ve gotten used to this drill since starting grad school; “Overload self with duties, work feverishly for weeks at a time, watch body deteriorate into a quivering mass of refluxing acid, back pain, headaches, chills, and so on and so forth, then spend a day in bed staring at the ceiling while mind and body heal, or at least recuperate.” (Repeat as often as necessary until you are grasping a degree in your clammy, comatose palm).
I know this is an incredibly unhealthy pattern, especially for someone whose future career path involves encouraging others to live healthy lifestyles, and it is thus a pattern I am eager to break.
Today I received just the shot in the arm that I need to ensure that this never happens again. As I lay in bed, too exhausted to think or act, but cranky and cabin-fevered, the following startling thought crossed my mind: “I should listen to Taylor Swift.”
Ladies and gentlemen, I am losing my mind, my principles, my very self.
I am resolved: tomorrow I am going to work out, eat a cucumber, and begin the long, hard process of gently luring myself back to reason.
Wish me sanity!