Iso doth conquer her room

I think my feelings towards my room and my level of tidyness is the same as Rodney's feelings towards his weight. We both use those imperfect areas of our lives as excuses for not doing things and let them make us feel bad about ourselves. Hence the euphemism 'sorting my life out' which I use when explaining to the Lovely Boyfriend why I can't meet him that night. I am soo touchy if anyone mentions my room, or how messy I am. It really bothers me that I can't tidy my room so on Bank Holiday I totally mentally prepared myself to defeat my inability to tidy. I didn't even want to mention it to anyone in case they said 'Woah! That'll take you ages!' or 'Ho ho! Pull the other one! You tidy your room!'. The Lovely Boyfriend sat on my bed doing his bits and made sure I wasn't slacking, and I tidied solid for 7 hours. It's such a relief to be able to write that the only thing I have left to do is sort all my clothes into 'keep', 'eBay', 'chazza shozza' or 'store'.
Ever since I have tidied my room (OK so only 2 days!) I feel like I can do all the things I've always put off and I feel much happier, which is probably quite similar to how Rodney's feeling right now. I reckon that seeing Rodney conquer his belly has inspired me to make headway on my own external, charity shop-flecked, room-shaped belly.