Arthur Dent said it best: “I seem to be having this terrible difficulty with my lifestyle.”
My daily routine is to get up, help get my child up, and on some days take her to school. When the work day ends, I pick her up. I’m supposed to go to the Y, work out while she does her homework, then head home. But I never seem to do that.
There’s always something that needs to be done, you see. An errand I need to run, a car to pick up from the shop, a package to mail. And then there’s a solid 30-45 minutes of traffic to get home. So I don’t go.
So I’m still fat.
I need to either get my days under control, and go to the gym, or I need to suck it up and go back on Medifast. I am sick to death of carrying this extra 80 pounds around, and I want it gone. Changing eating has helped, but not enough–I simply need more exercise.
This kind of thing gets in the way of writing, too. There’s homework to help with, papers to grade, and when it’s all done, my brain is not at all interested in letting me create fiction. Who cares where Azhan and Jasen are? Who cares that Ereka is a prisoner of the Dalken Ro, and why should I figure out how she escapes? It’s much easier to sleep, or play a game, or watch something fun.
And who really gives a crap about the Zhen Empire and its people?
I’m working on ways around my daily errands and such, but it isn’t easy. If you have a suggestion that doesn’t involve getting up at 5am to write (I am NOT a morning person, no matter how much it may seem otherwise once I’m actually awake), feel free to sling it my way.
I got nothin’. I lost 25 pounds giving up bread/pasta/simple sugars and soda/juice/everything but black coffee and water. But dietary changes only go so far, as you said.
I wonder if there isn’t a daddy and me exercise class? Then you’re doing double duty as parenting time. Or something similar on YouTube?
And writing? Sometimes I write in the middle of the night. Not healthy but it works…
Or buy an RV and a laptop and take your family for a life on the road as itinerant musicians and jugglers?
That’s my plan B.