“Hi, I just came by to tell you why I can’t see you anymore.”
~ Sydney Ellen Wade, The American President
I’m updating to say that I’m probably going offline here for a bit. The good news is I’m on track in more ways than one. I tend to comment that if I go dark on this blog, chances are it’s because I’m mainlining garbage and not exercising. Thank the gods, this is not the case here.
I’m thinking hard about a book proposal that involves half-memoir, half essays, based on my quest for health and how America has changed for the worse in that regard. How commercials blatantly use sex and convenience to sell garbage that’s killing us. Diving into Paleo, while hanging onto some dairy by my claws. Finding ways to exercise and build strength when so many of my joints protest now. As much as I want accountability here, I’m recognizing that what I usually lump as blog fodder actually could go elsewhere, like in an actual book. I’ve wanted to publish since I was a teen, and I don’t want to self-publish, so that means doing my homework and finding some discipline to write. When you edit websites all day, the last thing you want to do at night is write. I need to find a way around that though, because these ideas are busting out of my head and begging to go somewhere.
My last post on transparency was a true turning point. I’m working harder to cook at home, and can’t even look at fast food commercials on TV right now without feeling self-righteous. Like, wanting to write letters to their CEOs to ask them why they’re so intent on killing off their clientele. I’m getting off processed food as much as possible, reading labels like a pro, and I purchased new sneakers this weekend at an actual store, and made sure they fit before I left.
So, this may become a celebratory station of sorts, a place to record milestones as I reach weight loss goals or personal records. I’m not signing up for any more races for the near future, because I have too much work to do on my body first. I finally get that I can’t expect my body to react positively to exertion if I don’t build it up first to accept said exertion. So, I’m adding light weight training to my regimen, and finally looking long and hard at my diet and making the necessary changes to ward off diabeetus, gall bladder attacks, and get this flab shrinking. It’s actually a relief to have fast food completely gone, and I’m confident I’ve reached a point where my moon cycle won’t matter in my food decisions.
See you in a month.