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Lazy weekends 

I’ve adopted a new habit and I’m not sure if it’s good or bad.  I’m spending weekends doing nothing – but feeling guilty about it.

Every Saturday morning I wake up and consider all the things I should do.  Clean the house.  Go shopping.  Finish my photo frame project.  Clean out the spare room.  Empty my wardrobe and take unwanted clothes to the Salvos.  A long list of things that would be deemed as ‘getting my shit together.’  A long list of things I never get done during the week. 

Here’s the thing.  I work hard Monday to Friday – and beyond.  I love my job but it can be a little overwhelming sometimes, especially if I have functions and events to attend after work or on weekends.  By the time Friday rolls around, I barely have the energy to scroll through all the ‘must watch’ shows on Netflix.  I’m done.

In the midst of a meeting or crazily busy day, I fantasise about all the things I’m going to achieve when the weekend arrives.  (Refer to above list).  I will nail this weekend, I tell myself, hopeful in the fact that I have two whole days to get everything done.  By Sunday night I’ll be loving myself sick for my efficiencies and awesomeness.

I fall into bed on Friday night with aspirations of greatness.

Saturday morning – boom – I’m up and on my way to training in my local park with APT (the world’s funniest, slackest and most patient personal trainer).  I squat and lunge and punch and plank and work up a sweat, heading home with an exercise afterglow.  I’m a warrior.  Ready to take on the world.  That list is going to have the shit kicked out of it.

Back home and it’s time for a snack, a quick tidy up of the house and …. Hmmm, I’m feeling a little tired after personal training.  I might just sit on the couch for 20 minutes and rest a bit.  

What’s happening on Instagram?  Scroll, scroll, like.  What’s happening in world news on Twitter?  Scroll, scroll, retweet.  What’s the buzz on Facebook?   Scroll, scroll, like, scroll, be bored.  Put the phone down.

Surprise, it’s an hour later than it was when I sat down.

I might plan my food for next week.   Good idea.   That’s what organized grown ups do. 

I check out my calendar to see how many times I’m out for lunch or dinner this week, surf my laptop for my favourite recipes and create a shopping list of ingredients.   It’s going to be a week of good eating.  No bad food.  Totally on track with my health. 

The weather looks a little dodgy. Like it might rain. I have bits of food left in the fridge so maybe I’ll cook those up into something semi decent tonight, then go to the supermarket tomorrow.  It will be a much nicer day then.  Yes, let’s just do it tomorrow. Not sure I can be bothered today. 

Think I’ll watch an episode of Schitts Creek, my current Netflix show.  Loving it’s quirkiness and the fact that it only runs for 25 minutes.

One more episode.  One more episode.  Just another one.

The sun has gone down and it’s time to cook dinner.  I really should put on a load of washing while I cook.  Nah, I’ll do that in the morning when I wake up.

Rather than cook, I might just reheat one of the meals I’ve cooked before.  It looks like there’s a leftover curry in the freezer.  Or some fake spaghetti?  Yes, that’ll be great.  Fake non meat spaghetti.  Perfect.

I really should write a blog.   But relaxing is something I never get to do.  Most people sit on the couch and binge watch Netflix.  I never do that.  Why can’t I just do that?  I’ve worked hard this week.  I went to PT today.  I just want to wrap myself in a blanket and watch TV.

Three hours later and I drag myself off to bed, feeling guilty that I’ve not done anything on my list.

Sunday morning, wake up and repeat.  Walk to the shops (it doubles as exercise), cook up meals for lunch and dinner, then sit on the couch for four hours.

Go to bed feeling guilty that I’ve done nothing on my list.

One week later, wake up on Saturday morning and repeat. 

But really, how brilliant is Netflix?  


I found Love on Netflix 

I sometimes find it hard to sit still and do nothing.  There’s always something ‘better’ to do than sit on the couch and watch TV.  Fun stuff.  Chores. Catch up with friends on the phone. Facebook.  Twitter.  Instagram.  Relaxing is not something that comes easily to me.  I need to focus to unwind.  Ironic, huh?

Netflix has become my Valium.  I use it as my down time and I love it.   Making a concerted effort to sit down and watch a show or movie has taught me the power of ‘doing nothing’.  I’m getting better at it.  I am rehearsing a lot and practising hard. 

It all started with Orange Is the New Black. I watched a few episodes on flights overseas and got addicted.  A few months later I signed up for Netflix and happily relived all that crazy lesbian estrogen jail action.  I watched ep after ep.  I finally understood what binge watching was.

I then moved onto House of Cards.  GFM had previously given me a USB containing the first two seasons, but I couldn’t get into it. He loves anything political but I wasn’t convinced.  This was also in the days of ‘I’m no couch potato Tan’ where there was little chance of me committing to a full series of a show (or an exercise plan, diet or man). Before I knew it I was hanging to watch Francis and Claire play their wicked games, soaking up season after season until I got to the end.  Now I just sit and wait.  Like the rest of the world.

By this point I was caught in the Netflix web, talking to friends about what to watch next.  Not interested in Breaking Bad or Game of Thrones, a friend suggested something a little off the radar:  Nashville.   Yes, a show about country music.  I would spend school holidays in the outback as a child so I’m good with a bit of boot scooting thigh tappin’ country music.  The story involves a well established singer (think Reba McEntire) and a young upstart, played by that girl from Heroes who have to unite to follow their dreams, blah blah blah.   There’s great music, strong plot lines and interesting characters.  I was really getting into it.  It was my therapy after a hard day at work.  

One day, as I settled down with a bowl of pasta for a bit of R&R I was horrified to find that Nashville had disappeared from my Favourites menu.  Panic ensued.  Lots of resetting of Apple TV.  Clicking and switching remotes.  Googling to find out what was wrong.  Unable to find a solution, I ate that pasta watching a piece of mind numbing reality TV, with a massive sad face.  The next day a work colleague told me that Netflix had lost the rights to show Nashville.   Seriously, how could such a tragedy happen?  Like a bad boyfriend, Netflix had sucked me in, making me fall in love, then smashing my dreams of a happy ending.  Sigh. 

Like a bad boyfriend, I took it back and gave it a second chance. 

Tonight I completed the season of a quirky show called Love.  It’s about a dorky guy called Gus who separates from his homebody girlfriend and tries to ease into his new single life. He meets Mickey, a drug-alcohol-love-sex-addict mess who constantly ‘fucks shit up’ (her words) but is wanting badly to be with Gus.  It’s funny, sweet and awkward.  I devoured it in just a few days like a little kid on a sugar rush. 

Now that I’m done and searching for another show to plunge myself into, I reflect on who I’ve become.  A girl who would rather sit at home (alone), drink herbal tea and watch fictional characters live out their weird lives.  I immerse myself in their joy, tragedies and drama, because I’m tired and can’t be bothered to go out and create any of my own on a Saturday night.  I get enough of that during the week.  

Do I feel sad about my pending doom as a couch potato who could easily polish off a bag of Doritos and feel complete?  Nope.  I found Love.  And House of Cards.  Magic Mike XXL.  Perfectly, the new season of Orange Is The New Black just dropped.  I’m doing fine.  Unwound and de-stressed.  I’m happy.  Relaxing is nice.  That’s why it’s called Netflix and Chill, right?