I like all parts of grocery shopping except the loading and unloading of all the goodies I purchased. I love picking things out and comparing…wandering through the store and finding new treasures to bring home. My meandering is usually cut short by the little reminder in my head saying “remember you have to haul all this stuff from the store, into the car, out of the car, into the kitchen…” It kinda kills the mood and I start scurrying through as quickly as possible so I can get the un-fun stuff over with as fast as my legs and arms will allow. That is how my brain operates. I want to do the least fun thing first. During a meal, I’ll eat the item on my plate I like the least first and save what I like the most for last. That is how my mom knew what my favorite things were. It goes this way for everything. I want to exercise in the morning before I am fully conscious of what I’m doing so I can’t talk myself out of it. If I have to have a long day (12+ hours) at work, I want to do it on Monday or Tuesday so it is over and done with. I’m not an “eat dessert first” kind of person. I’m a “get the bad/hard/difficult/boring/tedious thing over with so I can enjoy the fun thing” kind of person. I have a difficult time enjoying myself if I know there is something undesirable I have to do when the fun thing is finished. I know. I’m weird.
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