So, my mind has been exploding on the inside - because it has somehow shut off in the process of all this working and working out. But lucky for me, I have alter-ego Jenny, who knows just what to do, most of the time. Knowing me best, as only me can know me, alter-ego Jenny (let's call her Benjamin) understands that I can't just go from couch lauder to productive Nancy. So, the other night, smart little Benjamin was like:
Why don't you plan a party?
And I was like: Say whaat?
(Yes, I talk to myself. Debate is the only way my better half will win)
Yeah, get your mind off your big couch potato ass.
Um, excuse you? I've been working out.
You know - give yourself something fun to think about, and the work you need to get done will just fly by.
You know I'm right.
Yeah, well, maybe I'll try that concept. Thanks, Benjamin.
No prob, Blob.
Haha. Very funny.
Great. Get the guest list together. Buy the alcohol. Make a cupcake or two. And ta-da! Extensive Game Night at Benjamin and Jenny's! Followed by dancing and guzzling at whatever bars are lucky enough to house us. So far, the guest list is 15 and counting. I think my Beijing apartment can comfortably hold 10. Oops.
And all of a sudden, my mind is breathing again, and ready to be productive. Oh, Benjamin. You are so smart. Nothing cures flat-lining better than the prospect of some good ol' ridiculous, liver-blowing, FUN.