That Little Accountability Thing…
When I decided last week that I was going to do a Word of the Year, I spent some time thinking about what had caused me to not stick with my past words. Not a lack of drive or desire, nor the feeling that I’d picked something that hadn’t applied.
It was, simply, to hard to make these new things habits without BIG reminders. When accountability was put on my plate last week (and it really DID pick me. Swear) I realized that to make it work I had to do something different. It wasn’t enough to say I was going to be more accountable in 2012, I needed a way to force myself to consider that.
For the past year (well, 8 months) I’ve been on Weight Watchers. I’ve lost a little weight (not nearly what I could have lost, believe me). Being accountable to both myself and the program hasn’t been easy for me. It’s too hard to allow myself to go off program and revert to long learned bad habits because I wasn’t being accountable.
When I decided last week that I had to be accountable this year, I set up three reminders on my phone. They go off every day (at 8a, 2p and 8p). They say, simple, accountability. Reminders. Have I done my best? Is there more I can do? Have I been honest with myself? At 8 in the morning, that alarm reminds me to decide what I’m having for breakfast and to log in my dinner. It’s always planned in advance and thanks to my fab cookbook, calculating and logging points is really simple. It reminds me to consider that I have chores to do or errands to run (and part of my being accountable is realizing that my house takes a certain amount of work to run and that I must do it).
At 2pm. my alarm reminds me to exercise. In just that one word. It urges me to finish up any dangling chores. It reminds me to dry the laundry.
At 8pm my alarm gives me just enough time to make a push to finish my day ahead. At 8pm there’s still enough time to spend 30 minutes on the elliptical or to read a story or two if we haven’t found the time. It’s enough time to pick up a book or work on a craft project.
The bullshit standing between me and what I want is the fact that I haven’t been able to hold myself accountable. That I’ve worked too hard to excuse myself for not finding the time. This year?
Maybe not no bullshit, but at least a lot less. This year? I’m accountable.