So, the first thing that I should tell you is that I have no idea how much I weigh right now. *blushes* I've been out of town for about a week, and I couldn't find a scale in the hotel where I'm staying. Granted, I didn't look very hard, but one thing I can say for sure: it's not in the dining room. Or in the café. Or under the pastry cart.
I do know that before I left home, I was maintaining a weight of 262. For anyone who's number obsessed (as I am) that means I've maintained a weight loss of 103 pounds, although I did gain back thirteen pounds from my lowest weight. So that's where I was a week ago. When I get home day after tomorrow, I'll know where I am at that point.
Feeling Good
There is an evil little part of me that wants to brood over the weight I've gained back; wants to pick it apart and spend hours telling myself how inadequate I am. But you know what? That part of me is a jerk, and it can take a hike. To be honest, I feel pretty fantastic about myself, and here's why:
I move more easily.
Compared to this time last year, I feel like a bunny rabbit instead of a giant tortoise. I can trot up the stairs (if there aren't too many of them), and gallop down (thanks to my old frienemy, gravity). It is a pleasure to be able to double-time it across an intersection, or race down a hallway to catch an elevator. Increased motion means increased freedom, and I'll take every little bit that I can get.
I look good, because I look like Me.
Surely it goes without saying that I am not beautiful in the conventional sense of the word. But when I see myself in the mirror, I look like Me. And while that Me may never grace the cover of a fashion magazine (unless someone starts a fashion magazine called Dowdy Dames, which would be all kinds of awesome), here is what that Me can do:
Make a stranger smile, just by smiling at them first. (Never underestimate the power of a smile! It can change someone's whole day.)
Make a friend laugh, with my proclivity for puns. (Although of course those elicit an equal amounts of groans.)
Make someone feel good, by telling them that they're fabulous, and meaning it. (While I'm on the subject: YOU, who are reading this, are fabulous. I may not know who you are, or where you come from, or what you've done in your life, but I am 100-percent, right-hand-to-God certain that you are fabulous. And if you don't believe me, then send me an email through my website, and I will convince you. Because your own fabulousness is something that you need to recognize, and I'm serious about that.)
There is more good stuff to come.
There are plenty of times that I feel dispirited about getting older, about not being able to fit into a size six (I'm barely out of a size twenty-six, for crying out loud), about all sorts of things too numerous to name. But the beautiful thing about life is that it ain't over until it's over (and after it's over, who knows if it's really over?).
For me, there are adventures to be had (horseback riding lessons is on my list of things to tackle next year, as are travel and writing, writing, writing!), there are new friends to make, and there are old friends to play with. There's work to be done, yes, but it's the right kind of work, and that's always a good thing.
And What About You?
So, I've spent the past few blogs talking about myself, my journey, and all things Me. Now, what about you? How are you doing? What kind of adventures are you looking forward to?
Gingerbread cookies, country plaid, and pine cones decorate Nic's kitchen.
The phrase "home for the holidays" has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? I've always thought so. But I have a confession to make. During twenty-some years on the move with the military, "home" always meant packing up and heading back to the state where it all started for Mr. Christoff and me. If at all possible, we'd travel across the continent each holiday season to crash at his parents' place, and then mine. We'd swing by my grandma's for plenty of home cooking. As if we were kids, we'd stay up late with siblings and cousins, and we'd always meet up with childhood friends. As a result, the house where we lived the rest of the year often got neglected at the holidays. Oh, I might manage to hang some kind of wreath on the door, but that would be about it--until this year!
All year long, you awesome reader, have followed each of the Rockville 8 on our personal journeys of growth and discovery. My own path has brought me to that stage of life called "nesting," and now that I'm in a house for the long haul, I can't think of a better time of year than the long, dark nights of winter to do just that. As a result, I've got homey gingerbread hearts decorating my kitchen this season. My living room is dressed in gold-tipped, glistening evergreens. And in the bedroom, flannel snowmen sheets chase away the chill when it's time to cuddle up at the end of the day.
There have been days this December, however, when it's still hard to think of our house as "home." However, maybe that has less to do with the habits developed over my husband's military career. Maybe, instead, it has to do with accepting that some of our loved ones are aging. Some have even passed away. "Home" has changed, and maybe, deep down, I suspect it's slipping away.
Of course, the true meaning of home doesn't have to disappear. Home, quite simply, is where the heart is. So, this year, I'm opening my heart and decorating my house. We'll crash at our place where we've followed grandma's recipes and we've got cousins are on the way. I'll be truly home for the holidays, and I hope you will be, too.
The holiday season is a magical time: twinkling lights, flickering candles, our hearts full of joy. But it can also be one of the most stressful times of the year: cash runs short, shopping lines run long, patience runs thin. So this year, we at the Rockville 8 decided to give ourselves a mini-holiday from The Holidays.
Letting our imaginations run wild, we asked ourselves, if money were no object, if distance were not a factor and if family obligations were magically suspended, how would we spend the holiday? Where would we go, what would we do, and who would we do it with? We hope our fantasies give you a break from the holiday stress. Feel free to share your own holiday fantasies with us in the comments!
Nichole Christoff
Where: A deluxe cabin in the Adirondacks
What: Is there anything more dreamy than an old-fashioned Christmas like the kind Mel Torme or Bing Crosby sang about? I'd love my own personal blanket of white, Jack Frost, and chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Snowshoeing in an evergreen forest by day, hot toddies at night, and heaps of handmade quilts on an antique bedstead in a luxury log cabin? Ahhh! That's the holiday for me!
Who: Book boyfriends are a-okay, but when it comes to my dream holiday, I'd want Mr. Christoff snuggled up in front of that fireplace with me.
Misha Crews
Where: Santa Fe, New Mexico. In the past few years I've developed a fascination with the American
Southwest, even going so far as to set one of my novels there. Something
about the confluence of cultures, combined with the vast landscape,
which in pictures manages to be both austere and lush, captures the
heart and inflames the imagination.
What: I would take Barbara Harrelson's Literary Walking Tour of Santa Fe, and spend hours wandering, listening to stories, and reveling in the spectacular greatness of storytellers, authors and literature. Then I'd spend Christmas Eve Santa Fe Plaza, admiring the hundreds of farolitas (votive candles in paper bags full of sand), drinking cider and singing carols.
Who: This took some thinking over! And with all due respect to my real-life husband, I think I would most like to take Mike Hanlon, the fictional character from Stephen King's It. This may seem like an unusual choice (not to mention that the fellow doesn't actually exist, except in imagination), but as a librarian, Mike would appreciate the finer points of the tour. He also has a sense of humor and an appreciation for history. Plus, if we were confronted by ancient evil, he would know how to defeat it. And after everything he went through in Derry, Maine, the guy could really use some time away!
Mackenzie Lucas
Where: El Camino de Santiago in Spain.
What:
I've always wanted to do a pilgrimage. This is the Way of St. James,
one of the apostles, and a favorite pilgrimage of Christians since the
Middle Ages. After watching Martin Sheehan in The Way and Reese
Witherspoon in Wild, I've desparately wanted to experience this kind of
pilgrimage walk to see who I meet along the way and who I find deep down
inside myself when challeneged mentally, physically, and spiritually to
this degree.
Who: I don't think I'd take anyone in particular,
but I'd be interested to meet other seekers along the way and learn
their stories. It would be a fascinating journey.
Lisa McQuay
Where: Perhaps it’s the influence of Dicken’s “A Christmas Carol” but nothing says Christmas to me like England. Specifically, I’d love to be whisked away to Bath, England. I remember being fascinated the first time I read about Bath in a novel where the Regency heroine spoke of “taking the waters” there.
Picture from http://www.bathchristmasmarket.co.uk
What: I’d love to visit the Christmas Market in Bath. Tiny chalets are interspersed between the Roman Baths and Bath Abbey. Shoppers wander through the chalets, purchasing gifts, drinking mulled wine and eating mince pies. I’d also love to see the Christmas Carol service at the Bath Abbey. Of course, then I’d tour the city itself. After a full schedule of shopping, eating, touring, and caroling, I’d make a trip to the thermal spa to relax and wash off the dust of the day.
Who: My husband. I know that may sound boring but I’d only want him there with me. If he’s there through the tough times then, of course, he’s there for the fantasy trip.
Keely Thrall
Where: A Dude Ranch in The West
What: Riding dudes. No, wait! Riding horses. Yeah, riding horses. It’s not so much that I’m a fan of cowboys (although, come on, it’s not hard to see why a lady might linger over a pair of well-worn Levi’s). I’m not horse mad either. But ever since I first read the words “Big Sky Country,” I’ve felt a deep tug of longing to spend some time in Wyoming or Montana. The scale of the world is different there, in my imagination, the pace more relaxed, perhaps, and a little friendlier. What a perfect place to gather with family and friends for a little unplugged down time (as long as there’s hot water and indoor plumbing. Big sky, yes. Cold showers, heck no.).
Who: Lately, I’ve been falling in love with the Winchester brothers. I’m up to season 7 of Supernatural and I just can’t get enough of their emo vibe, even when I want to slap them upside the head when they act like doofuses (or possibly the writers’ heads when the plot goes awry). In Frontierland (Season 6, episode 18), Sam and Dean travel back in time to the Old West. Sam looks pretty hot. Dean wears a blanket. Snort. Regardless of Dean’s wardrobe fail, I think I’d take the brothers with me. Because if my holiday is ever invaded by monsters, these boys know a thing or two about saving the day.
Happy Xmas (War is Over) By John Lennon and Yoko Ono
So this is Christmas And what have you done
Another year over And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas I hope you have fun The near and the dear ones The old and the young A very merry Christmas And a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one Without any fear
John Lennon wrote this song in 1971 as a protest against the Vietnam War. I’ve always liked it especially since it has the Harlem Community Choir as back up to give it a beautiful, full sound.
The song also challenges the listener. So I ask myself—what have I done?
I’ve decided that I’ve not done too badly. I’ve been going through my certification program, which if things go as I hope, I’ll finish in February. I’ve been trying to write. I’ve been dealing with my daughter starting high school and helping her adjust and move through her grief at leaving her beloved elementary school behind. Seeing the changes in my parents and realizing that I won’t have them forever.
A friend at work who I have known for many years recently told me that I seem stronger physically than I was a year ago. I do feel stronger. There have been days that I was so exhausted I felt like I couldn’t take another step. Sometimes, on the weekend, I’ll sleep at night for twelve hours. Back to back hospital stays weaken the body like nothing else can.
But I’m moving forward to the rest of my life. My war is over for now. I’m hoping for a happy Christmas. I’ve made it through to the other side. But there will always be challenges. And sometimes those challenges feel overwhelming. But I’m finding more and more that I’m able to handle it again.
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Two years ago, in the midst of my surgeries, I couldn’t take on much more than what was right in front of me. I was afraid of every bump in the road being that one thing which would put me under. It’s a good feeling to get back some of my former strength, or maybe even emerge stronger than before.
Surprise! I've got a new title coming out on December 15, 2015. Yes, in just a few weeks. We're revisiting the world I created for Essence, the spa in St. Augustine, Florida in my newest novella, Behaving Badly. You'll meet Jack Spaulding and Naomi Quinn.
You get the cover reveal here first. Isn't it sexy? Thank you Elizabeth Babski of Babski Creative Studios! She does great work, doesn't she?
So what's Behaving Badly about?
DHS Special Agent Jack Spaulding, a former Army Ranger--on an undercover mission that includes modern-day piracy and gang activity--runs into his ex-wife, Naomi, at the St. Augustine Spa Resort, Essence. Overhearing her conversation with a co-worker about her plan to end her sexual dry spell, Jack steps in to offer her a bargain she can’t refuse--a one-night stand with him, NSA--no strings attached. She agrees to hook up with Jack to work him out of her system, and prove to them both that she’s over him once and for all. Only she’s lying to herself, because she’s never stopped loving her ex. Naomi believes Jack will blow out of town just as quickly as he’s blown in, like usual, chasing the next big covert operation. Even though this time Jack’s swearing he’s on vacation and not on a mission, she's not sure she can believe him because she's been burned before. He assures her he's putting down roots and staying for good, and he plans to win her back, one hot seduction at a time. Too bad he’s lying to her about his supposed vacation and undercover work, because there’s one thing Naomi hates more than anything else, it’s lies. Read this sexy second-chance-at-love novella where passion burns out of control and two ex-lovers find out how behaving badly can rekindle a love of a lifetime.
Read on for a sneak peek of Behaving Badly.
Behaving Badly
Chapter One: Deal with the Devil
Naomi Quinn’s sexual dry spell had out-lasted its shelf-life like a week-old opened bottle of Cabernet and she intended to do something about it. Only she needed help, because her barometer for picking a good guy for a partner was off. Way off. Her last sexual partner had been her husband, and she’d now been divorced from him for three years. Three long, dry years.
So go figure.
She’d learned a long time ago that happy endings didn’t exist. No, this was about sex. Plain and simple. She planned to keep it light, no commitment. Wham, bam, thank you, sir. All she wanted was a good, smoking, one-night stand. That should do it. Get Jack firmly out of her head once and for all.
“What about him?” Naomi nudged her fellow-bartender, Rue, with her hip as they stood side-by-side slinging drinks for the Tuesday night crowd at The Fountain Restaurant. The guy she’d indicated was, tall, blond, and built.
“Girl, I don’t know.” Naomi’s friend, gaped, eyes widened, as she ogled the sexy customer in fatigues and army green T-shirt. She shook her head, her pony tail wagging back and forth. “You sure like them big, hot, and military. That’s the third Army Ranger you flagged tonight.”
“Yeah, it’s a real problem.” Naomi huffed out a good-natured laugh. Rue didn’t know the half of it. Her ex was big, bad, and military, too. Only she was ready to put Jack behind her once and for all. Move on. Have sex with something that didn’t include batteries or silicone. “So? Is that a yes, or a no?”
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Behaving Badly taps into the second chance at love romance trope as well as the military man archetype. So tell me what tropes and archetypes do you like to read in your romance novels?
Be sure to check out Behaving Badly on December 15th! I think you'll like it. Because who doesn't like behaving badly every once in a while? ;0)
This week, the Rockville 8 brings back one of our favorite guest bloggers,Emelle Gamble!
In July of 2013, the lovely members of the Rockville 8 allowed
me to share my re-entry into the world of publishing after a hiatus of several
years. In the 1990s, I was a contracted Harlequin Intrigue writer. Which meant
I wrote books. Period.
In 2013, I was once again a contracted writer.SecretSister, a women’s fiction romantic novel about how little we
really know about those closest to us, was just published, and I was struggling
with the culture shock of how much other than creative writing a small press
and indie author was required to do to support her books.
Such as upload. Summarize. Format. Blog. Tweet. Facebook.
Contests. Book trailer. Book signings.Deal
with freaking iTunes. Welcome to the brave new world of publishing, where
creative ability was only one of the ten skills you needed to survive.Okay, I thought. I can do this. Because the
one thing that wasn’t new about this new world was that the biggest element of
writing a book was still the story.
The story of a romance. And a mystery. And a heroine who was
tough enough, and smart enough, to triumph in both.
Since my last blog here, Soul Mate Publishing brought out
another novel, Dating CaryGrant, and I self-published a trilogy about an academy award
winning actress, Molly Harper,
and two novellas, Duets and December Wedding.
All were published as eBooks, as well as in audio and paperback formats, which
required a bit of additional work of the non-creative type.
All new. All contemporary.
But I realized I also had those ‘old’ books of mine. Stories
I had cut my teeth on and put my heart into, stories which had only been
published as paperback novels. So I took the plunge and requested, and received,
the publishing rights back to several of the classic romantic suspense books I did
for Intrigue. I did not have a digital
copy of these so I worked with a formatter and turned the paper text into
eVersions, an arduous task requiring about a dozen passes as a copy editor and
a couple of more as story editor. It was often shocking to edit the words of my
younger writer self, but it was also illuminating (and not without
satisfaction) to change something about a sentence, or a paragraph, or a whole bloody scene because, hey, I am a better writer now!
As I re-read these old books, I was struck by the fact that,
although the industry had changed enormously over the last two decades, much had
remained the same in the structural design of a romantic suspense novel.
In the stories set in the 1990s, women and men meet, feel a
spark, flirt and take a step or two forward, and then back, and then around and
around a few times before daring that kiss, that conversation, that night of
passion that tells them, yes, something’s
happening here.
At first encounter, they generally suspect one another of
being a villain, but they quickly realize, based on gut reactions and that tug
of attraction, that they can get to the bottom of whatever the danger
threatening them is, if they’ll just work together.
Which they do, sometimes honestly, sometimes with ulterior
motives.As they work together, they
learn the secrets of each other’s past, current goals, and hopes for the
future, and, generally, how much they want to sleep with each other.
The hardest decision I had to make about these books was how
much to update them. Many authors in my position re-write and update their books.
They pull the stories into the 21st century, arm their heroines with
laptops, cellphones and debit-cards, and delete any politically incorrect
references. They change the titles, crank up the C.S.I. technology, and
generally erase the 1990s restraint on language and sexual interaction.
I chose to leave mine as they were, set firmly in the place
and time where I first created them. And I found that they held up well, for old
or new, they had the ingredients of suspense, tension and danger, but in a
cozy, less raw tone than much of today’s realistic romantic suspense.
As for the romance, I found it worked too. Harlequin
Intrigues were never ‘hot’ in sensuality department, they did however always
play up a woman’s strengths and inventiveness and ability. No shrinking
violets, these heroines were smart, brave, resourceful, and more than capable
of unmasking the villain. And they knew what they wanted in a man, they were
just a little less direct about letting him know it.
In today’s world, my 1990 heroines could be considered
behaviorally ‘square’ (now there’s an old word and concept). They don’t drink
much, never do drugs or get tattooed, and they never say the F word. They also
do not sleep with the heroes until the end of the stories. They are also all
about their careers, and doing the right thing.
In Stranger Than Fiction, a career woman throws herself into finding out who
is behind what looks like a plagiarism scam. In Diamond of Deceit, a banking executive risks everything
to save her reputation. When Murder Calls showcases
a young, single mother holding down a day job, going to school, and fending off
a serial killer.In Dead Magnolias, the private
investigator heroine is as tenacious as a terrier as she tracks down a pair of
killers who have been shielded by wealth and power so long they think they are
entitled to do anything. And in If Looks Could Kill, a small business owner risks everything to do
the right thing.
So…old stories, but new stories to eBook readers. Starring five
spunky, smart chicks. And the five hunky guys they love, but don’t ever defer
to. Five books that tell the old story of an attraction at first sight that
doesn’t make sense at all, except, of course it does.
For my birthday in 2013, I bought myself a FitBit. It took me a month to get it out of its box. It took me a year and a half after that to take it off the bookshelf, charge it, and slip it onto my wrist.
Procrastination anyone?
There were REASONS I purchased a pricey toy and didn't use it for so long. They pretty much boil down to that bastard, depression.
Suffice it to say, in the continuing battle with the hoary old dragon, I finally shifted into a headspace that allowed for a change of behavior. Take that, you fire breathing monster.
I started tracking my steps on September 15. Since then, I've walked a total of 331.82 miles. During my most OCD week, I hit 50.3 miles. This is a lot of walking.
What have I learned?
That when I walk, I'm not eating. For a comfort eater, this is big news. I've lost 12 pounds over the last two months. Woot!
That I really, really, really love binging on TV shows while I pace my living room floor in the evening. Long live Supernatural, Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, and Longmire.
That walking can leave me open to productive thinking or negative stewing and I need to be careful which track I let my brain train travel.
That it's easier to get my step goal in most days than I would have imagined. At work, I take a couple of walk breaks throughout the day and sometimes I'll answer email on my phone or open the mail while tracing a path into the carpet, just I can get my move-groove on.
That focusing on this one thing--getting my steps in--has led to a host of other positive choices:
While I hope never to be a counter of calories, I know make more of my meals, ditching the hidden calories of multiple meals out each week and getting a better handle on portion control. I've schedule both routine and specialist doctors appointments I'd been putting off. I'm making time to write, participating in NaNoWriMo with an "in it to win it" mindset, mostly because I've figured out how to weave writing sprints with walking sessions into a single activity I look forward to. I've begun adding a few other exercises into my day mix things up a bit.
One decision can be a game changer.
In the prologue of The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do in Life and Business, author Charles Duhigg recounts the story of a woman who made one decision--to stop smoking so she could make a trek across the desert--which led to her losing 65 pounds, running marathons, getting out of debt, buying a house...The list goes on.
I feel a kinship with this woman. My one decision--to get up and move--has already netted me so much that is positive. I look forward to discovering what other possibilities arise in the future as a result of this walking journey.
Over to you: What habits have you changed that have in turn changed you? What habits in your life are helping you achieve your goals and which would you like to kick to the curb?
And by the way, if you haven't read Duhigg's book, I recommend it. Fascinating stuff.
Well, this is the perfect day to write on this topic, because since my last post I have gained eleven pounds. (Wow, it's depressing to write those words!) Actually, 11.3 pounds, if we want to be specific. That drops my cumulative weight loss to 103.8 pounds since January 1, 2010. Sigh.
Part of me really wants to beat myself up over my dietary slack-off, but self-abuse is a waste of time. So let's just jump into the topic at hand, starting with:
What Hasn't Worked (For Me)
1.Weight Watchers. Okay, this may seem like a controversial way to start off this list, but it helps to make the following point: these are things I tried that didn't work for me. They may work for someone else. Weight Watchers is a great program which emphasizes conscious eating and a well-rounded diet. I know a lot of people who have had success with it. But for some reason, I found the point system didn't really fit into my life. Maybe I'm just too lazy for it. I tried it for several months, didn't see a difference in my weight, so decided to move on to something else. And that something else was:
2.Going vegan. About two years ago I tried to go vegan. I'd always been philosophically on board with veganism, especially considering the use of antibiotics and steroids in our feed animals. So, in 2013 I took the plunge: I didn't eat any animal products for about six weeks. At first it was great: I lost a few pounds, and felt really good. But again, laziness took over: I stopped being creative with my cooking, started eating a lot of carbohydrates (it probably goes without saying, but pasta is vegan, and so are french fries). As a result, I was constantly tired, and started gaining weight again. I still feel like veganism is a viable dietary lifestyle for me, but the next time I make the transition, I'll have a better plan.
3. Not paying attention. This seems obvious, to the point where it shouldn't even make the list. But lack of attention is most definitely at the bottom of my recent weight gain. I stopped keeping track of what I was eating, stopped walking every day. Part of this was due to the fact that I'd hurt my back, and wasn't as able to move as freely (or at all), which also inhibited my ability to cook for myself. More convenience foods, fewer salads, less exercise… obviously it added up.
4. Smoking. I only include this because I think it's one of the silliest things I ever did to try to lose weight: a little over two decades ago I attempted to take up smoking. (Hey! Stop throwing things at me! I said it was silly!). Needless to say, this brilliant plan failed to work, and I tossed the cigarettes before finishing my second pack.
What Has Worked (For Me)
1. WeightNot. I heard about this program on a podcast. Ordinarily I don't take podcasts too seriously, but WeightNot had a lot of qualities that appealed to me: it was all natural (no drugs, just vitamins and herbal supplements), weight loss happened quickly (half a pound to a pound a day) and there was some variety to what I would be eating (although portions were quite small). So at the end of 2011, I tried the 60-day program. I lost about 60 pounds, and kept off 45. It was difficult, but very worth it. I tried to do another 60-day cycle in 2012, but for some reason the program didn't run as smoothly the second time around. However, I am extremely happy that I did that first round, and anyone who has a lot of weight to lose would do well to check out this program and see if it might work for them.
2. Salad, salad and more salad. Again, this seems so self-evident it's almost silly to mention it. But salad has saved me, especially over the last year. Eating two salads a day has been one of the best things I've ever done for myself. And no matter what else I eat (within reason, of course!), as long as have those two salads, I know I'm doing something good for myself.
3. Counting calories. I started counting calories on Thanksgiving Day in 2014, and in that time (even with the recent weight gain) I've lost 34 pounds. This past year has been the longest period of continuous weight loss in my life. Calculating how many calories to eat is a relatively simple process (here's a great online calculator), and I always try to eat the maximum number of calories that I'm allowed. My current range of calories is 1700 to 1900, so I try to eat 1900. This makes for slightly slower weight loss, but reduces my chances of feeling deprived. For me, this has been my most successful action for losing weight.
4. Not thinking too far ahead. I used to plan out my weight loss ("I'll lose X amount by Christmas, and XX amount by my birthday.") And although the daydreaming can be fun, when you have a large amount of weight to lose it can also be quite daunting. Even if I could lose 50 pounds a year, it would still take me twenty-one months to reach my maximum healthy weight of 173. And although I'd rather reach that goal in 21 months than not reach it at all, that's still almost two years away, which feels like a mighty long time.
So, I've learned not to think too far ahead. Instead, I just think about losing the next pound or so. When I was at 255 pounds, I concentrated only on getting to 254, and I savored every tenth of a pound that I lost. Because every 1/10 of a pound is progress; and in only 880 tenths of a pound, I will finally, for the first time in my life, be a healthy weight.
Summary
The activities which have worked for me may not be the activities which work for other people (and same goes with the "haven't workeds"). But everyone has the ability to become healthier, whether that means losing weight, or just treating the body with a little more care and thoughtfulness. So, now that I'm looking at re-losing that eleven pounds (and 77 more), I would love to know: in the journey to become healther, what has (or hasn't) worked for you?
In case you missed the announcement, November is
National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo, and this November is no exception. Writers
everywhere, from novices to old pros, will try to slam 50,000 words onto paper
or the computer screen before the first of December. It’s a lofty goal, and one
that brings equal parts frustration and elation.
Of course, not everyone
embraces this particular challenge, and even if you’re not a novelist, November
brings other writing tasks to complete like addressing those holiday cards,
making out the checks that pay the bills, and penning that long Thanksgiving
shopping list. These tasks can be much more enjoyable, and can go much more
quickly, if you set-up your nest for success. Here’s how:
1. Cut the clutter to carve out a place just for writing.
That’s
a tough one, no matter your writing goal. Even if you earmark a spot at
the kitchen table that shall remain clear, this means you can get in, get
done, and get on to your next task.
2. Stash some supplies.
·If your nest is like mine, drawer space is
precious, but devote one to scratch pads, pen, pencils, envelopes, and postage
stamps so you can get those must-do writing chores done quickly, or you can
also get down to brass tacks whenever your creative writing muse appears.
·If you can’t sacrifice an entire drawer, try a
shoebox covered in pretty paper and keep it close at hand in the top of the
hall closet. Your To-Do List and your creative side will thank you.
3. Make it moveable.
·Rather than worrying about being shackled to your
seat, invest in a good lap desk. I love mine. If the family’s watching a movie,
I can keep them company and get some work done by taking my lap desk to the
sofa. If it’s a gorgeous day outside, I can use it to take my work with me into
the wild, too. And I do!
·Load up a messenger bag and keep it ready to add
your laptop so you can dash out the door for a writing date, or to enjoy a
change of scene. Mine’s always packed with pens, Post-Its, and even snack bars.
A fresh perspective might just increase your productivity, whether you’re
addressing invitations or crafting your latest novel.
So, there you
have it. If November means NaNoWriMo or getting those holiday greetings into
the mail, you can reach your writing goals with these tips for home and away.
But our conversation doesn’t have to end here. What are the must-do tasks
you’re working on this November? How will explore your creative side this
month? We at the R8 would love to know!
