I used to be a procrastinator. I would let tasks pile up and get them done by pushing through my fatigue. Now picking up piles of clutter is exhausting. Despite this awareness there are some tasks I need to trick myself into doing.
For some reason I hate to fill empty ice cube trays. It probably goes back to a childhood resentment I felt because my brothers used the ice cubes, but left the trays empty. So I put the empty trays and ice cube container on the kitchen counter as soon as I use the last ice cube. For some reason the job is easier to start when the preparation is already done.
Loading the dishwasher is a soothing ritual, but I hate emptying the dishwasher. My solution is to put the clean dishes on a kitchen cart. Later when I walk through my kitchen I figure it would not kill me to put away a few dishes. Once I start I figure I might as well finish the job. This wacky routine gives me the feeling that I am getting away with something.
A psychotherapist would probably have a field day with this post.