I do, like, nine things every day,
But sometimes life gets in the way
And forces me to let one go.
It’s healthy! (I don’t like it, though.)
Tag: habits
*And Turn Left At Albuquerque
The best way, they say,
To be healthy today
Is to backtrack two weeks
And start making some tweaks–
Not a lot, one or two–
That will benefit you
About fourteen days hence,
But time travel’s expense
And its ethics are tricky
(Plus, Morlocks are icky),
And this takes less money:
Pretend you’re a bunny!
A fortnight from now
You’ll be hoppier. How?
Get outside. Eat some carrots,
A beet if you dare. It’s
Unlikely to hurt
(Though some beets taste like dirt).
Small changes, but there’s
A good chance, as with hares,
That the clan multiplies:
From a couple…surprise!
You’ll enjoy them so much
Soon you’ll need a new hutch
‘Cause through self-reinforcement
What started as chores went
From hassle to habit.
So be like a rabbit.*
Cross Your Legs And Do A Dance
A childhood habit to counter-intuit:
When bathrooms are handy, you pee, right?
Don’t do it!
Anticipatorily voiding your bladder
Could cost you control when withholding might matter.
The logic was sound — just in case — but in practice
Your body gets used to too much prophylaxis
And learns to send signals of pending emergence
Before it’s developed a need for such urgence,
Which then may precipitate key muscle atrophy
Leading, potentially, to wee catastrophe.
All of which means, when your mom says, “Just try!”
You may choose to refuse, and explain to her why.
Lather, Rinse, Repeat
Three weeks into ’25
Your New Year’s goals are all alive
And wanting still to be fulfilled.
Interrupted isn’t killed
Unless the heart just flat stops beating:
Sinus rhythm means repeating,
Meeting every dip with peak.
C’mon, you’ve got this. One more week.
Lockdown Diary: Day 155
Turning over leaves
When they’re new is frustrating
Dead ones don’t flip back