I think that is the weirdest headline I’ve ever written. But my brain is busy trying to figure something out, perhaps multiple things out, so…
Around six months ago or so, I mentioned we were going keto. We did it for a few months, but it just never really took with me. So I’ve stopped, especially since my dad is now in a nursing home and I’m not having to hide food and watch every carb that goes into the grocery basket.
The other day I listened to a very interesting TED Talk by Peter Attia, which then led me to his website and podcast The Drive, which, as things do, led me to buying The Obesity Code by Dr. Jason Fung.
To make a long story short, I skipped to the sections of the book where he tackles what to eat and when to eat and read quite a bit about fasting. I had been mis-labeling my husband’s approach to weight loss as “starvation” when it really was fasting. During the weekdays, he fasts for two out of three meals. On the weekends, he eats 2-3 meals per day. Dr. Fung really explained this well, along with some widespread myths that I had clung to my entire life.
As a result, I’m making the following changes to my daily routine:
- Eliminating as much processed/refined sugar as humanly possible
- Reducing and eventually eliminating as many artificial sweeteners as possible too (I already use stevia, but he gave some good arguments for discontinuing this as well)
- Fasting by skipping breakfast and, on days I think I can handle it, lunch as well
- Limiting my carbs intake
Today, for example, I hope to make it to dinner time with just a coffee, a big cup of chai tea, and water. We’ll see how it goes.
Something is Wrong
I’ve been putzing along, NOT writing 750 words, and barely progressing in the first book of the Chronicles of Liv Rowan. My goal to move it from 3rd person to 1st is almost done, but it’s hanging in at just under 50k word count, which is NOT a full book, merely a novella at this point.
Something is wrong with it. I can’t put my finger on it yet, but it’s definitely throwing me off my game. Every time I sit down to write, I get the “something is wrong” feeling and cannot seem to progress.
Is it the dreaded Resistance rearing its head to stop me from progressing?
Is there something abysmally wrong with the story?
I don’t know.
I’ll figure it out, but having it not flow, having those weird unsettling feelings does not lend itself to forward momentum. Perhaps I should write in something else, I’m not sure.
All the Rest That Pulls at Me
Right now, it isn’t hot. It’s wonderful out. These regular rainfalls have allowed me to transplant a moat of mint against the east wall of my house, something that became rather immediately necessary when I discovered we had been invaded by ants. Ants hate mint, and the mint was already growing in the wrong place, so it made sense to gently tug it out of the ground and move it (in large handfuls) to the wall that is in the dog yard.
I absolutely love working in my yard right now. It is the perfect time to be moving plants, laying brick pathways, and pulling weeds. After we finish hauling off at least one more load of brush and then another of junk to the dump, we will be ready to build a fence along the front of the property.
And then there is Cottage West – with the insulation done yesterday and the drywall guy due soon, our project is quickly approaching a time when I will need to spend every waking moment over there – painting, hanging cabinets, laying tile, refinishing the wood floors, decorating, and putting the finishing touches on it so we can begin offering it as an Airbnb. The sooner it is in use, the sooner we can begin planning/saving for the Hight House in Belton’s upgrade in Summer 2020 or finishing the work on Cottage East.
My head isn’t in the writing game. As much as I try to bend it that way, it just isn’t. I’m trying, but there is so much, so much, SO MUCH. All of it important.
I find myself wondering if I’m really a writer. Maybe I’m not. Maybe I’m still just a hobbyist.
Somehow, I’ll make it all work out.