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Thursday, August 07, 2003
It always bugs me when I'm accused of being a workaholic. I know how lazy and unmotivated I really am so if I'm in at work early or staying late to work on a project, its because I want to get the damn thing over with and out of my hair so I can relax and not have to think about it anymore. The other reason is that I spend way too much of my work time surfing the internet and blogging.
Another example is regular exercise. I work out about forty minutes a day, usually when I get up in the morning but sometimes, like yesterday, I deal with it after work instead. Notice that I refer to it as "dealing with it" and not "doing it". That's a clear sign that it's a chore.
I don't exercise because I enjoy it or because it's good for me...I do it so I won't have to make a bigger effort down the road when the doctor tells me that my heart is a giant globule of cholesterol. I'd much rather flop on the bed, eat Doritos and watch the idiot box.
The other downside to exercising is that I find myself a lot more consious of my body's numerous flaws when I'm exercising regularly than when I'm in sloth mode. Once I start working out daily, I begin to obsess about every little soft spot and defect. One more reason to spend my free time in a dark room, basking in the glorious light of the Cathode Ray.
Where was I going with this? Just that there's a difference between being reluctant to procrastinate and feeling motivated to do something.
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Another example is regular exercise. I work out about forty minutes a day, usually when I get up in the morning but sometimes, like yesterday, I deal with it after work instead. Notice that I refer to it as "dealing with it" and not "doing it". That's a clear sign that it's a chore.
I don't exercise because I enjoy it or because it's good for me...I do it so I won't have to make a bigger effort down the road when the doctor tells me that my heart is a giant globule of cholesterol. I'd much rather flop on the bed, eat Doritos and watch the idiot box.
The other downside to exercising is that I find myself a lot more consious of my body's numerous flaws when I'm exercising regularly than when I'm in sloth mode. Once I start working out daily, I begin to obsess about every little soft spot and defect. One more reason to spend my free time in a dark room, basking in the glorious light of the Cathode Ray.
Where was I going with this? Just that there's a difference between being reluctant to procrastinate and feeling motivated to do something.
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