The Title of this post is by Shakespeare in "Henry VI". I wish I could take credit for knowing it off the top of my head but I Googled for quotes.
I chose the title because it is so fitting. My time management is awful. Total disarray. Apparently that's not uncommon for those of us with bipolar disorder. I guess the only thing common about being bipolar is that some of our traits are common...at least amongst us.
I'm finally going to listen to direction from my support group and my therapist and start maintaining a schedule for my day. Ugh! What a nuisance. What I tried in the past was have all my activities scheduled in my Outlook calendar. Things such as wake up, take pills, eat breakfast, eat lunch, and so on, would all pop up and announce it was time to do them. I did well for awhile but then stopped. Now I'm back at it giving it another try. This time with louder tones to get my attention (not that I'm ever away from my pc).
Apparently the most important things are to go to bed at the same time each night, wake up each morning at the same time and take all your pills on time. If you do all those then it's easier for everything else to fall into place. The problem is that going to bed each night, waking up each morning and taking my pills on time on a regular basis is damn hard for me. (sigh)
I've been doing it for the past couple of days and I admit I get more accomplished. I'd like to take a little credit for getting some things done recently and not just let my mania take all the credit. If it continues to work out I'll have to go tell my support group and my therapist that they were all right again.
"Oh, The pain...the pain!" Remember Dr. Smith always screaming that in Lost In Space? It's what I've been screaming lately. I'm suffering from severe lower back pain. It's been so bad I can't even think of something funny to say about it. I'm going to humble myself and admit why. It's because I have too much weight in the front that's pulling on my back. I've chatted with some folks who have lost a lot more than I'm hoping to and they all said they experienced the same thing and had to start by just walking 5 - 10 minutes each day to start. 5 - 10 minutes? I don't want to do that! I want to run a marathon. I'm an all or nothing, black or white kind of guy. I'd say no way, but the pain I experienced over the weekend was intense. I could barely handle it.
Scheduling all my days activities, and admit I'm so overweight I can't walk, much less run. These are all about acceptance. I use to consider myself the king of acceptance, but not anymore. All of these are just pissing me off.