So, first of all, I got way too hungry because I just HAD to go to Tarjhay TONIGHT to get Kepler a potty chair. I have no idea how to potty train this child, but I decided without a little chair, it for sure would not happen. When I got home, all my plans to have a baked potato with some cottage cheese just disappeared when I spied the ziploc bag of leftover pizza on the counter. Two pieces later, I was already being tempted by the chocolate chip cookies. I forgot to ask myself, “What is one small thing I can do to take care of my health this dinner?” and asked something more along the lines of “How the *&%$& am I going to manage not to eat that whole $#@$%@# bag of cookies?” I guess it was a form of kaizen because I ate one half of one cookie and actually stopped.
Then, in the basement, my favorite clutter pit, I felt that familiar overwhelmed feeling and remembered! “What is one small thing I could do to improve the condition of the basement?” The answer was to deal with the six boxes over there. After I successfully completed that major step, I had even more energy left so could ask the question again. I ended up working for about 45 minutes and came upstairs with less clutter and a calm spirit, plus some sneezes from the dust.