My Love/Hate Relationship with DVR


A while ago I wrote a post about my love/hate relationship with smoothies. (Which we've learned is really just a love relationship mixed in with me being klutzy.)

I'm back now to talk about my love/hate relationship with the DVR.

About two months ago, Jordan and I decided to shell out the big bucks for cable. We'd been using an antenna to get the basic channels, but we really wanted to be able to watch baseball playoffs and college football, both of which are on cable. 

So we went big. Extended cable. The sports pack (with additional channels such as but not limited to: the Military Channel, the Tennis Channel, ESPN Classic, and others). And the DVR.

I've never had a DVR before, but it didn't take me long to realize that it's freaking awesome. 
It also didn't take me long to realize that it takes approximately 7 seconds to get addicted. 

I've started pausing live TV, like, all the time. All the time. Even if Jordan comes into the room for just a second to talk to me, I pause it. I record shows I don't even care about all that much just because I can. I recorded Bring It On, for crying out loud! I sort of hated myself for that one, but I couldn't stop. 

We're getting rid of it in January no matter what. And I hate even more that I need to keep reminding myself of this, because without the impending deadline, I don't know if I could actually get rid of it. Having cable has reunited me with my true love, Top Chef. That show is so great, and I'm still bitter about last year, when I got cut off in the middle of the season of Top Chef All-Stars. But the DVR has brought us together again, and it's wonderful.

But I hate feeling constrained and indebted to an electronic device like this. I want my freedom! And yes, I realize I could take freedom in my own hands and just not use the DVR to pause live TV and record lame movies, but it's there, and I can't stop.

So really, maybe this was a post about my love/hate relationship with my own discipline. Which, unlike my love for smoothies, turns out to be all hate.