Einstein defined “insanity” as doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

I know that I’m “no Einstein,” and I don’t believe that I’m insane, yet I seem determined to make habits out of some really stupid activities. I’ll toss out a few true confessions:

—I often hang around in my bathrobe, wearing nothing underneath. I’ll sit down to have breakfast, sit at my desk for long periods of time… Then, I suddenly realize that I’m using my bathrobe as underwear—yuck!—and that I can’t wear it again until I’ve laundered it. This happens 2–3 times per week. This morning, I had to wash not-one-but-two bathrobes.

—I love the taste of white wine. I often buy a bottle and tell myself that I’ll drink it slowly…make it last for a week or so. But, every time, I finish the bottle quickly and feel silly about my lack of self-control and angry about all those calories.

—If I’m too lazy to take my dog for a real walk, I open the back door and let her outside. I tell myself that she won’t run off into the woods behind my house. Almost invariably, she makes a run for the woods.

Ok…now it’s YOUR turn to ‘fess up!