Hubs likes to say I have rules!
I prefer my bed tucked in tight, that is rule #328!
I have to put milk in my tea first, rule #258!
I don’t like sweet sauces on my savory food, rule #147!
Of course, after so many years of marriage I know this is a joke, but this week I put in place another ‘rule,’ that had me thinking.
We have a lunch each day from between 1pm and 3pm depending on the work load.
It is a healthy bowl of seasonal fruit freshly cut and a generous helping of Greek yogurt or oatmeal, followed by a shared cafetiere of French pressed coffee and a biscuit or two or three or a bakewell tart.
My thinking came about because of the number of biscuits I eat a week, I reasoned I should cut them out before my midline started to wail about needing larger trousers.
I told hubs that I was going to abstain from my sweet treats on all days except Wednesdays and graciously invited him to join me.
He called it rule #450.
I found no problem breaking my habit and it eventually dawned on me…
By designating a day for a biscuit it saves me from having an internal battle with myself every lunchtime about whether to have a jam tart, to round the meal off, or not. On Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday I can’t…Wednesdays…I can!
No more bickering.
And they’re not rules really, just pre-considered decisions made years, or minutes, ago to ease my crazy life and allow me more time to internally debate greater choices laid before me like:
What am I going to take across the pond with me at the end of October, six boxes of ‘I don’t think I can live withouts’ or no boxes of replaceable items not worth the cost of shipping?
Six or none? Six or none?
I need a rule!
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