Slothony

A few years ago, a friend and I went out for dinner and a movie.  We went to Applebee's and had an appetizer that was truly heavenly.  (It was there for a limited time only.  Haven't seen it since.  That is the truest form of a bummer.)  We were two girls out on the town, so we just relaxed and ate and ate and ate.  After we realized we were too full, we discussed the concept of gluttony and thought about how we were truly guilty of it.  Two Lutheran girls trying to navigate the heavy theological waters of the Roman Catholic seven deadly sins?  That's good comedy.  

On to the movie where we both fell in love with the male lead and realized that lust had replaced gluttony.  In fits of giggles, we declared the evening "Lustony Night."  One part gluttony, one part lust, all parts hilarious, fun, and needed.

I find myself pondering the word "sloth" from time to time when I find myself sitting on the couch and watching Oprah, sometimes while eating a little Ben and Jerry's.  Or a lot of Ben and Jerry's, truth be told.  I wonder if I am in fact, everything that is wrong with America as I sit on the couch, eating and watching TV.  Hard on myself?  Yes.  But worth the thought process?  Absolutely.  I wonder if I have just gotten too lazy to clean up a stack of paperwork and if sloth and gluttony have taken over my life.  There's a reason why these problems are labeled as "deadly sins."  Long ago someone realized that sitting around too much can kill you.  Not that rest isn't good...and necessary...but is TV really restful?  Is creeping on Facebook really helping my spirit?  Probably not.

So I've named my problem "Slothony."  It's a two-fold deadly sin and I'm working on conquering it, little by little by little.

There's a fantastic website out there about organizing, and getting your life pulled together.  It is www.flylady.com.  One of the best things I've ever read is on that website and here it comes:  you can do anything for 15 minutes.  That applies to everything in life.  I can work on cleaning up my kitchen for 15 minutes.  I can do some situps for 15 minutes or walk in place, or whatever...just to fight off slothony.

So here's to conquering slothony 15 minutes at a time.  Here's to getting through the boxes 15 minutes at a time.  It's a brilliant concept when a task seems so monumental that it makes you break out the Ben and Jerry's and curl up in the fetal position.  Just 15 minutes.  And slothony gets defeated for just a few minutes and peace begins to take shape.  Yes, I can.