Most of the time, relapsing is never considered a good thing.
We move on from bad habits, acquire new habits. We start eating healthy, exercising more, or watching less tv.
Yes, those are noble - and congratulations to you.
(I'd like to take this moment to apologise for my whack grammar today. I seem to be putting periods and capital letters around willy nilly. I'm trying to catch them as I go - but we both know rereading my blog posts isn't my strong suit. So. You know. Sorry about that.)
It's generally not seen as a good thing to fall back into those cookie binges (although, yum!), or only going to the gym sometimes, or having a Step Up marathon. But here I am telling you that falling back into an old routine is the best thing that has happened to me in a long time.
I've never been one to sit at a desk. Or sit like a "normal" person. I prefer to be curled up in a ball, sitting cross legged, or I don't know lying in bed instead of sitting in a chair. Chairs? yuck!
But after surgery, I could no longer spend my mornings lying in bed with my lap top on my lap - for one, a lap top lying on my stitches! Ouchy! and two, no matter how I lay in bed it either hurt my back or I had to use my abs which was agony. Stupid Jorge. And so I took to being a couch dweller.
And even after I healed, I stayed out there. I don't know why. And so for the last six months, that's where all my computing and thinking has taken place. Which is basically to say, no computing and thinking has taken place.
So after a tearful discussion with Inspector Climate, he suggested that I start getting up earlier in mornings, and blogging in the morning.
Ya'll. That man is a genius. In fact, I'm pretty sure this is why I married him in the first place, and will remarry him next month. Smart cookie!
And just like that, I fell back into my old routine like nothing had ever changed (which if you know me at all - you know new routines are NEVER my strong suit).
Have you ever found that your old routine was a routine for a reason? As in it was AWESOME.