Well, some good, some bad.
The bad: I overexerted myself towards the end of
January with all the walking and lifting, and exhaustion set in. A deep fatigue
which I couldn’t shake, so I laid off the walking and lifting. A week, and
then, before I knew it, a whole month, and any weight loss strides I made were
soon confined to the dustbin of history. Once the exercising ended, so did the
healthy eating.
However, the good: About two weeks ago one of those
beautiful rare bolts from the blue bullseyed me and I was granted a renewed raison d’etra, something I’d been
seeking out over the last four years. I’m going to give a go at historical
fiction. A new novel. I have a setting, characters, plot, a rough outline. I’ve
researched it over these past fourteen days and feel confident and excited. I’ve
even given myself a deadline: my birthday, September 17.
Tomorrow being the first of March, I’m going to go out
for a walk first thing in the a.m. Get back on that horse. Throw the weights
around a bit while doing the laundry in the afternoon. And then write a
thousand words while the wife and the girls bathe our incredibly stinky dog
Charlie.
February is gone. Long live February! Onward to March,
and to a new springtime!
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