Working from home, while wonderful in many ways, has its perils. On some days, for instance, it's tempting to answer "Leonard Lopate" or "Terry Gross" when your daughter asks you who your best friend is. If I'm not actively fighting the urge, it's also incredibly easy to get sucked into what I've been calling the Double F Vortex, i.e. the condition where you find your house default position to be in front of the Fridge or Facebook. Even worse, I'll get locked into some work project in my upstairs office, look at the clock, realize that I haven't eaten in six hours and that the girls have to be picked up from school in mere minutes, which means I rush to the kitchen to start inhaling whatever is grabbable: a piece of string cheese, a handful of grapes, the last few roasted pepitas in the plastic pouch which I throw back like a funneling fratboy. A few buttery crackers, a sea salt potato chip or two or eight. Oh, and look at those Easter baskets just begging to be raided! Two bright purple Peeps later I'm hating myself. And by the time I pick up the girls, all I want to do is take a nap.
Three Steps to Healthier Days
Three Steps to Healthier Days
Three Steps to Healthier Days
Working from home, while wonderful in many ways, has its perils. On some days, for instance, it's tempting to answer "Leonard Lopate" or "Terry Gross" when your daughter asks you who your best friend is. If I'm not actively fighting the urge, it's also incredibly easy to get sucked into what I've been calling the Double F Vortex, i.e. the condition where you find your house default position to be in front of the Fridge or Facebook. Even worse, I'll get locked into some work project in my upstairs office, look at the clock, realize that I haven't eaten in six hours and that the girls have to be picked up from school in mere minutes, which means I rush to the kitchen to start inhaling whatever is grabbable: a piece of string cheese, a handful of grapes, the last few roasted pepitas in the plastic pouch which I throw back like a funneling fratboy. A few buttery crackers, a sea salt potato chip or two or eight. Oh, and look at those Easter baskets just begging to be raided! Two bright purple Peeps later I'm hating myself. And by the time I pick up the girls, all I want to do is take a nap.