I have this random supper club that I do on a monthly basis with a few friends, and as we go back and forth via email, I've had to schedule them out to the week of April 9th. So goes my pathetic world, where I have to schedule my friends weeks in advance. It's like I'm treating them like clients. Oy vay! I feel like I've lost myself to a schedule. Quite frankly, I would be the worst boyfriend because I'd probably be scheduling my girlfriend as well and there wouldn't be much spontaneity. I'd also be the worst dog owner because of traveling and work events: He'd probably feel neglected. It's not entirely pathetic because I try not to schedule anything on the weekends. Those are reserved for decompression and vegging. Yet in all this scheduling madness, I'm proud of one thing and that is I'm still relatively consistent with the workouts.
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