I want candy!
As I write this, I haven’t been working out very much lately. I messed up my Achilles tendon, and my right shoulder still hurts (and my just hurt forever). I’ve also given up caffeine, which made me cranky and not much in the mood for listening to someone telling me to dig deeper and bring it. Also, work has been a successful endeavor lately, but it has also been kind of draining.
So I’ve really focused on diet. Although I still splurge more than I should, this year I’ve made major breakthroughs on the dietary front. I take a meal-replacement shake called Shakeology for lunch most days. Fruits and vegetables have become a major part of my diet. I’ve even started eating rice and beans when there’s nothing else around (brown rice, of course). All of which brings me to the following point:
I want candy!
Seriously. I want some freaking candy. I want a pile of chocolate chip pancakes, following by a pallet of spiced gum drops, then maybe a dozen or so cannolis, and then half a dozen Boston cream donuts from Dunkin Donuts.
Except for the exaggeration, that’s not schtick. I love those things. They’re yummy food. They’re fun food. And there’s nothing like getting the mind and body going with a steaming hot cup of high test in the morning.
Fortunately (depending on your viewpoint), I’ve made some decisions to help me with other things that are more important than my undying devotion to Snickers Ice Cream.
It’s the same with writing. There are times when I want to do other things, but instead I choose to do this. I choose to spend my evenings and weekends sitting at my desk, exercising my fingers, rather than hanging out other places. It’s a choice we make because those other things, while they’re fun and bring great joy, don’t bring as much fulfillment.