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weeks or months down the line.No, not necessarily rolling-on-the-floor-in-full-blown-withdrawal trouble. But how about you’re back at work and now you’re foggy and absent-minded. Not as sharp as before. You’re making careless mistakes, the boss is starting to notice, and all you can think about is getting home to hit that bottle. If that’s your focus my friend, you may have a little problem on your hands.Or the morning of the first day back at work, you get dressed in the new suit you bought two months ago but it’s too tight and ill-fitting now. You gained twelve pounds and didn’t even know it! The gym has been closed for a month and you’ve been laying around in jammies and sweats eating everything in sight. Now you look and feel like a cooked sausage about to burst from it’s casing.How to avoid it? Well, I’ve been working from home for many years now and there’s no real trick to it. But it does take structure and discipline. Here’s my routine…I wake up and plan my day every morning while lying in bed, deciding on where my focus and time will be applied.I get up, have coffee with hubby, get my zumba workout in, get dressed, and I’m at my desk by 10am at the latest.The first thing I do is check email and deal with any issues or emergencies. I look at email throughout the day, trash all of the junk immediately and save what I intend to read or peruse for later. After a few days, if I haven’t read it yet, out it goes.There is no tv in my office. And I only play music when I’m not writing — and then only the radio. Random tunes. No Pandora or any personally selected music. Nothing that’s going to strike a nerve or hit a groove. The trick is to have something on

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in the background but nothing that will distract or steal my attention.I touch bases on social media throughout the day. It’s part of my business. I check four sites, Facebook, IG, LinkedIn and Medium, see what’s happening on each, and then I’m out.Sitting in front of a desktop computer all day, I take several breaks. I get up and walk around the house. Go out to the mailbox or just spend a few moments on the patio for some fresh air and eyeball relaxing.Around 1pm I fix lunch and eat it “away from the office,” which is downstairs in my kitchen.I take some phone calls during the day but only from those who understand that I’m working. They know to keep it short. Otherwise I let the calls go to voicemail.

I have an afternoon snack, raisins, cheese cubes or sliced apples and peanut butter, at my desk while poking around Facebook or IG.Come 7pm, my day is done. I shut it down, turn off the lights, turn on the television, start dinner, and on Friday, that’s when the cocktail hour begins. I don’t drink during the week.Working from home was all I ever wanted when I had a nine-to-five. But I can imagine how weird it must be for a lot of people. Everyone isn’t cut out for it and for many, getting up, getting dressed and getting out of the door is the only thing holding them together. Without it they’re lost, untethered and prone to trouble.We’ve been hearing a lot of kee-keeing about anticipated births come December. And that’s kind of great. But a rash of sad, overweight alcoholics? That’s not so great. Discipline is your friend. Find some and protect yourself. The only thing we have any control over during these strange times is ourselves.</article></body>

How To Shelter In Place And Not Ruin Your Life

Now that so many of us are sheltering in place, I sincerely hope that all of the jokes I’ve been seeing on line about daytime drinking and binge eating are indeed that. Big jokes. But I know in some cases they aren’t.

Having to get up and go to work every day is, quite frankly, the only thing that’s preventing some people from becoming fat, raging alcoholics. And now that they don’t have a place of responsibility to be for several hours each day, they’re facing a tough challenge.

We’re such an undisciplined bunch. For many, calling on strength from within is a losing proposition. And the saddest part about it is, oftentimes we won’t even know it until we’re face-to-face with our truth.

It’s the same man who gets up without fail and toils for eight, nine or ten hours each day, five days a week, who’s now home alone with nothing to fill those hours but Mortal Kombat 11, a case of Coors beer and an open convenience store on the corner that sells liquor.

It’s the same woman who leads the marketing department at your firm who’s now at home FaceTiming her friends when not in a meeting and binging on SEX AND THE CITY reruns while knocking back bag after bag of Doritos, Cheetos and Pepperidge Farm cookies thanks to Publix home delivery service.

The waters we’re in are uncharted. We don’t know how long this lockdown is gonna last. But a never-ending smorgasbord or a daily cocktail hour that starts at 10am might spell trouble a few weeks or months down the line.

No, not necessarily rolling-on-the-floor-in-full-blown-withdrawal trouble. But how about you’re back at work and now you’re foggy and absent-minded. Not as sharp as before. You’re making careless mistakes, the boss is starting to notice, and all you can think about is getting home to hit that bottle. If that’s your focus my friend, you may have a little problem on your hands.

Or the morning of the first day back at work, you get dressed in the new suit you bought two months ago but it’s too tight and ill-fitting now. You gained twelve pounds and didn’t even know it! The gym has been closed for a month and you’ve been laying around in jammies and sweats eating everything in sight. Now you look and feel like a cooked sausage about to burst from it’s casing.

How to avoid it? Well, I’ve been working from home for many years now and there’s no real trick to it. But it does take structure and discipline. Here’s my routine…

I wake up and plan my day every morning while lying in bed, deciding on where my focus and time will be applied.

I get up, have coffee with hubby, get my zumba workout in, get dressed, and I’m at my desk by 10am at the latest.

The first thing I do is check email and deal with any issues or emergencies. I look at email throughout the day, trash all of the junk immediately and save what I intend to read or peruse for later. After a few days, if I haven’t read it yet, out it goes.

There is no tv in my office. And I only play music when I’m not writing — and then only the radio. Random tunes. No Pandora or any personally selected music. Nothing that’s going to strike a nerve or hit a groove. The trick is to have something on in the background but nothing that will distract or steal my attention.

I touch bases on social media throughout the day. It’s part of my business. I check four sites, Facebook, IG, LinkedIn and Medium, see what’s happening on each, and then I’m out.

Sitting in front of a desktop computer all day, I take several breaks. I get up and walk around the house. Go out to the mailbox or just spend a few moments on the patio for some fresh air and eyeball relaxing.

Around 1pm I fix lunch and eat it “away from the office,” which is downstairs in my kitchen.

I take some phone calls during the day but only from those who understand that I’m working. They know to keep it short. Otherwise I let the calls go to voicemail. I have an afternoon snack, raisins, cheese cubes or sliced apples and peanut butter, at my desk while poking around Facebook or IG.

Come 7pm, my day is done. I shut it down, turn off the lights, turn on the television, start dinner, and on Friday, that’s when the cocktail hour begins. I don’t drink during the week.

Working from home was all I ever wanted when I had a nine-to-five. But I can imagine how weird it must be for a lot of people. Everyone isn’t cut out for it and for many, getting up, getting dressed and getting out of the door is the only thing holding them together. Without it they’re lost, untethered and prone to trouble.

We’ve been hearing a lot of kee-keeing about anticipated births come December. And that’s kind of great. But a rash of sad, overweight alcoholics? That’s not so great. Discipline is your friend. Find some and protect yourself. The only thing we have any control over during these strange times is ourselves.