Sidelined But On My Way Back

September 29^th, 2014

So after last Monday what was only a sore throat and drainage and body aches (also known around these parts as the Con Crud) it developed into full blown bronchitis. Sidelining me even now. But I have been careful with my food and am terrified to step on the scale. Seeing 300+ pounds is never fun. But the truth is what it is.

This last week has found me struggling to get better and to maintain my writing schedule which is hard when you have personality like mine that says keep moving. Rest is for the weak. Keep writing. No excuses. You’re up? Then you need to be writing on whatever project you’re on. Have a blog to build on and keep together? You need post. A journey about weight loss and self discovery in the wake of physical change? Then nothing short of honest refection and positive action will do.

Tomorrow marks the sixth day of antibiotics. I’m almost well enough to return to the park. My training partner though is coming apart physically. Dad needs knee replacement surgery and has back and wrist pain. He’s in his sixties. And he’s still in better shape than me LOL.

But today was about recharging those batteries. I got a thousand words done this morning because I knew once Missy and I left to pick up Pam and go to lunch and talk writing and marketing next to nothing would be done on the chapter. Although I’m tempted to push through the fatigue and write anyway.

Writing a novel is a bit like running or walking a marathon. Neither one is sprint. You kind of half to be half crazy to decide to do it, but really, as long you keep taking it one step at time or 1,667 words a day you can make it to the end or finish line eventually.

Will there times where you think there’s not enough strength to take one more step? Yes. I know it for a fact. In my first, and heretofore, only, marathon I hit the 24 mile marker where they had cameras set up that read SMILE! I thought fuck that, and was tempted flip the double bird. BUT, I was tired, so exhausted, everything hurt, my legs were in knots, it was cold and had only gotten colder as the race had gone on. I thought fuck it, I’m too tired to bother with it.

As I describe the pain of that marathon you may ask yourself why on God’s green earth would she put herself through that again?

Simple. I’m a lunatic. Cerifiable. How do I know this? Because most marathoners are like novelists they get satisfaction from something that others say is too hard or that they’ve always thought about doing but never did.

Here’s a secret I’m going to let you in on. Everyone has novel in them. Just like everyone has a marathon in them. Whether or not they choose to do it is another thing altogether. But if you say you want these things it’s all hot air until you put foot to pavement or pen to paper or fingers to keyboard.

See I am the #noexcuses nightmare when it comes to those who have waited a lifetime to do what it is they’ve always wanted to do. I fought back from mental illness to have the writing success I enjoy now. And I lost my physical health along the way.

So when I hit the road tomorrow I will be I will be also hitting the scale at Kroger, the local grocery store. Hopefully I’ll have pictures to show at that time, yes I’m big but I plan on keeping everyone riveted on this journey with me. And remember if this fat girl can hit the road in search of return to marathon you can too!