A Beautiful Whatsit
Do you ever have one of those moments where you step on the scale and go, “Whooaaa, Nelly. You’ve officially gained fifteen pounds since the wedding.”
I had a one of those this morning. It comes from several things. First, a permanent state of denial about my metabolism’s ability to do its job. Some people can eat till the cows come home and manage to be scrawny forever. Me? Not so much. Second, I have a difficult time saying no to burgers. Thick, juicy, medium rare prime Angus meat? Yeah, throw some pepper jack cheese and avocado on there with some pico, and I’ll give you anything you want. Third, whatever hormone it is that convinces women post-birthing that labor wasn’t really that bad seems to work in me to make me forget how good I feel when I’m working out regularly.
So that leaves me waking up today with the scale rapidly approaching the highest number its ever seen. Yikes.
And I realized that there is a nice little metaphor in there, in spite of the weight I’ve accumulated. Ready?
Dreams are like weight loss goals. They’re there, each New Year sees them getting a cursory once over and a few weeks of renewed striving only to dive into that chocolate box sometime around Valentine’s Day. You forget how good it feels when you’re working toward them and succeeding, because dizzam, does that burger taste delicious. And you really need to catch up on The Bachelor, because you missed the last two episodes. So whatever it is you’re doing can wait.
They’re both a source of guilt. Each time buttoning your “fat jeans” feels tighter, you think, “Okay. Tomorrow something’s going to change. Tomorrow I gotta get on this for real.” Same thing with opening a Word Document and realizing it hasn’t been modified in three months when you said you were going to work on it every day. Both might see you with your face in Edy’s (or Dreyer’s if you’re west of the Rockies) Butterfinger ice cream while the tears of self-recrimination drip onto the candy swirl.
We don’t like to admit that it’s all us. There is precisely one person and one person alone who muddles up the water of your goals. That’s you. We, as humans, like to have scapegoats. “American food is all so full of calories! How do I lose weight eating this stuff?” “My dog ate my manuscript. Woe is me!” But really, what we’re saying is that we lack self-control. I lack self-control. Hell, sometimes I self-sabotage. We all do.
The other day, I said that reaching goals is about vision, plan, and discipline. You can’t have the plan without the vision, and discipline with no end goal doesn’t accomplish much. So whatever it is that gives you focus, use it. For me, it was seeing a number on the scale I thought I’d never in my life see again. It snapped me out of the denial of thinking the scale was just wrong (sometimes it fluctuates wildly — by like ten pounds) and made me realize that as usual, my mental and physical state corresponds to how productive a writer I am.
I need focus. I need structure. Most of us do, to some extent.
So today I’ll wrap up with an award I got last week from Amanda Leigh. It’s both a humbling reminder to myself to get some focus back and a nod to the work I’ve already done.
I’d also like to say that I am tremendously grateful to this community of bloggers here on WordPress. Yesterday I woke up to a very, very generous gift from a fellow blogger who I have never met in person. We have a great group of people here, and all I can say is that I will pay it forward when I am able.
Ms. Amanda graced me with the Beautiful Blogger Award!
Here are the rules. Thank the giver (thank you Amanda!), share seven things about yourself, and pass the blog along to seven people.
Okay. Seven things about me…
1. I make killer guacamole.
2. I tend to tear up when I hear Gaelic, which may or may not make it a difficult language for me to learn.
3. I want to learn Welsh.
4. I have plans for some very serious tattooage.
5. When I got my ears pierced, it took three years for them to heal properly (I had difficulties with certain metals).
Alrighty, seven bloggers. These are some blogs I always enjoy reading. Sorry if you all have gotten this award before!
3. Anna Meade
These seven women are people who are not only beautiful outside and in, but they make an effort to help others, whether in improving their writing, supporting important causes, or simply encouraging creativity and a spirit of wonder. They’re all truly magnificent women that YOU should get to know.
So today, I’m going to set a couple of goals.
1. Learn from others.
2. Drink at least eight glasses of water.
3. Write at least 2,000 words.
4. Dance about.
What little goals will you set today to help you regain (or maintain) focus on your goals? What wisdom helps you stay disciplined?
Posted on May 24, 2012, in Thorsday and tagged Alanis Morissette, Dreyer, emmie mears, fitness, goal-setting, goals, Health, ice cream, Jagged Little Pill, Limp Bizkit, motivation, Nelly, Nine Inch Nails, paranormal, Rob Zombie, urban fantasy, weight loss, WordPress, Writer, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.