Today I had to follow my own advice. Sit down, open document, start reading. And it worked. I got about the same amount done today--which is not much--but at least I'm forming a habit of it.
I never actually set aside any working time tonight. The stress around here all but drips from the ceiling like an alien humidity and when the opportunity arose for The Rock and I to leave the house, we ran. We went to see The Family with Robert Dinero. A lot of violence. A few good chuckles. It was just the stress relief we needed.
My daughter announced she can finally feel improvement. So YAY!
There is now hope that by next week I might have evenings to work at least, so my goals for October are not completely out of reach. I'm also heading off Thursday to Park City to our annual Romance Writers of America conference. It's silly to even try to get any work done, but hey, I'm kinda silly that way. And I've got a lot of lost time to make up for.
I'm sorry to bore you with personal crap, but I've also lost 3 pounds in the three days since buying airfare to Scotland. It is the craziest thing in the world, but I haven't eaten or wanted to eat sugar or bread or anything unhealthy since that moment. I cannot explain it. I'm starting to get strange headaches that resemble Pepsi withdrawal, but on the opposite side of my head. I assume I'm withdrawing from sugar. How great is that? I don't even take anything for the discomfort because it's a little neon sign that tells me I've made it to some remarkable point.
Have I been around sugar? Yes. Completely surrounded by it. Was I tempted? NOT EVEN!
But here is my biggest hope--other than to lose another 61 pounds by the time I board the plane--that my blood sugar lowers to the point I can think more clearly. I'm pinning a lot on losing weight. I'm hoping to get my sense of smell back and that my memory will improve along with all the other obvious benefits. And for the first time in about ten years, I actually believe it is going to happen.
Tomorrow I'm going to try to carve out some time to edit and defend that time like it means something to me. Because it does.
Good luck to you too.
Ohh, so proud of you, for hanging in with the editing at all during such a heavily emotional and stressful time. And what a cool bonus the loss of sugar cravings, is. I think you're right about sugar. Those of us under its heavy influence live in a kind of "fog". I keep trying to run to higher ground for a clearer perspective, but it always snatches me back. I'm pulling for both of us to get out of its sticky fingers. :) Congrats on getting your tickets to Scotland. Going there, to my "homeland", is my someday dream. I hope you'll share your experience when you get back.
ReplyDeleteFunny. You won't be able to shut me up!
DeleteRobert Moneybags or Robert the Black?
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This should go into a novel. A gal who mistakes Robert de Nero (the black) for Robert Dinero (money).
Something non-sugar and delicious--a Jonalicious apple from a farmer's market stall. Whoa. Just got some from Payson. Juicy, sweet-tart, amazing. Peaches from Brigham. More whoa, baby. Add a few dollops of 2% fage greek yogurt. You will be in heaven.
And if you must have bread, go for a lower carb version. Get Ezekiel or Genesis bread. You'll find it in the freezer of the local whole foods. We like the Genesis better than the Ezekiel. Oh, and another treat while you're there. Something that won't raise the insulin level. They have a grinder and you can grind almond butter on the spot. Smear some almond butter on a piece of Genesis and then put some peach slices on top instead of jam.
Daughters are off on their missions. Now trying to figure out an artist for my covers. It's taking waaaaaaay too long.