I am not an organized person. I was diagnosed with attention deficit disorder at the age of 12, and I’ve always had a hard time planning ahead. I move through my days chaotically, arriving at meetings late and forgetting when I’ve scheduled an appointment with someone. I always hope I’ll get to that after-work yoga class or make time to read the novel on my nightstand, but more often than not, I don’t. That internal voice that’s supposed to tell us when to stop what we’re doing so we have time for what’s next? I don’t have it.
For the past year, I have made a conscious effort to take the reins and create healthier routines for myself. At the top of the list is something that may seem basic: carving out time to cook and eat my meals at a reasonable hour. For me that’s a real challenge: I rarely do any advance thinking about a menu, which translates into lots of late-afternoon burritos for lunch and frozen meals or takeout on nights I’m responsible for dinner. (That is if my fiancée, Erin, doesn’t get hungry first and figure things out.) It is a miracle if I get home from work in time to make…
