I do OK on Jenny during the week. The alarm rings, I get up, meditate, eat breakfast, shower, wash up, and get ready for the day. It is easy to incorporate Jenny into the errands, chores, and tasks of everyday life. Stop for a snack. It's lunchtime now! And, at the end of the day, the joy of sitting down to dinner.
Weekends? Weekends are different. Weekends are time off, of course. That's what they are meant to be. But everything feels a little bit "off" to me. My husband wants to sleep in, which is fine. Except it leads to my sleeping in and often just skipping meditation. I eat breakfast late, so then maybe I skip my morning snack. I eat lunch . . . whenever, and half-heartedly. My afternoon snack turns into a disaster, as I realize I need to eat, but I don't want to run into dinner. By dinnertime, I just feel a bit down. The whole notion of going out -- to the movies, to the theater, somewhere, anywhere -- no longer appealing.
And it's a lot my own fault. I used to associate going out with going out to dinner and then going to the movies or to the theater or wherever. Now that I am doing Jenny, the first half of going out is gone, and I am at loose ends with it, I think. I don't know.