They say life’s a balancing act.
Don’t ask me who, exactly, they are, but they’re right. Balancing work, writing, eating well and exercising enough is next to impossible for me.
I’d like to say it’s getting easier. I guess in a way, it is. I’m spending a little more time in the kitchen — which means less time for writing. But I’m also cooking/prepping a lot of meals at once — and thinking less about all my options (because I have fewer options these days).
I can grab a bar and a shake if I’m really pressed for time, or wrap a few pickles in cheese and deli meat. (That’s one of my go-to low-carb meals when I’m packing lunch for work.)
And I already have more energy. Soon enough, I’ll be hitting the sidewalk for some daily exercise.
Hopefully, fueling my brain and body will make me more productive when I sit down to write. That’s the plan, anyway. I’ll let you know if it works.
P.S. Tomorrow morning, come hell or high water, I’m getting on the darn scale. I avoided it again today, for no good reason.