I would like to take a time out from our regularly scheduled programming to talk about something I’ve been dealing with lately.
Last month, I decided to re-commit myself to getting and staying healthy and in shape. I was about 25 pounds over what I feel is my ideal weight, and the extra jelly didn’t feel much like me. Even outside of the desire to lose weight for vanity’s sake, I’ve always enjoyed being active, and as much as I love writing, I was starting to get a bad case of blogger body. And it didn’t make me happy.
So in addition to staying committed to eating a healthier diet, I’ve started running again. About five days a week I do 45 minutes to an hour of intense cardio, when I feel like it I follow it up with a little weight training. (I’m working on it.)
After a little more than a month I’m down about 10 lbs. I feel my heart pumping again and can run four miles without stopping for the first time in a long time. I’m starting to recall that I once had both ab muscles and shoulder blades, and I’m starting to see very faint ghost lines of where they once existed.
I feel great. I’m on my way to looking great. But there’s only one problem. If words were a life raft, I wouldn’t be able to write enough to save my life.
One big reason is that my day looks different now. I have always saved my writing time for when the rest of my family was sleep. My typical day goes, full time job, time with the kids/husband. Bedtime for everyone but me, and then, writing. Now that I’ve added in an evening workout, the last thing I want to do after that is sit down and type. I feel like the blood that supplies my brain and my fingers must all go to my legs or something.
But it’s also isn’t just a matter of time spent. It’s also different type of focus. To get into my writing zone means to be sitting in a seat, Pandora playing, coffee/muffins beside me, marathon writing until my mind gives out. There are no muffins in the “workout” zone and I find that once I get moving, I want to stay moving. Instead of writing, I want to be outside planting a garden and playing with the kids. Once I come down, I have no desire to do anything intellectual.
While my body needs fruits and veggies and cardio, My mind gets fed by lattes and warm blankets on the couch with my laptop. And I’m having a hard time trying to switch back and forth between the two.
Is this strange or typical? I mean I am in no way in even the same universe as a “real” athlete, but if I were to do just a casual observation of most of the athletic types I know, they aren’t writers. And if I look at the writers, well, I didn’t come up with the term blogger body on my own.
I know I’m usually handing out advice but I need your help on this one! How do I stay healthy, preserve my sexy, and avoid this writing slump? Help!!