As writers, we have one tool—our body.

 

I first heard this nugget from Rebecca Moesta at my first Superstars. That was over three years ago, but wow, did that stick with me. And it’s true. Doesn’t mean I do anything about it, but it does make me feel guilty when I swing through the Panda Express drive-thru because I’d rather write than cook something healthy.

 

I have Hashimoto’s and a year ago I spent a ton of money to figure out how to manage that with food. Well, let me just tell you, that’s fricking hard. Eating healthy is hard. It’s time consuming. Seriously, in the time it takes me to make dinner, I can pound out 1500 words. Not a lot of incentive to trade out a drive thru… gotta be honest.

 

But I feel better when I manage my Hashimoto’s with food, and I know it. Holy cow, I can tell in one day too. If I eat crap I’m tired, my joints hurt, my eyeballs hurt (how lame is that?!) But some days that still isn’t enough to make me trade writing for cooking.

 

Along with all that, I just hit another birthday, but I’m feeling good about this one. I feel like I’m at the midpoint – I’ve had the first half of my life to do everything wrong and now I know all the mistakes and things not to do.

 

When you know better, you do better. Maya Angelou

 

My goal for the rest of this year (and the second half of my life!) is to screw up less when it comes to my tool. I want to use my body for the next 41 years and if I don’t start treating it better, I’ll be lucky to get another dozen out of it before it’s too painful to sit and write. That terrifies me. I’m not sure what I’d do if I couldn’t tell stories. Probably go crazy.

 

I found a couple things to help me, so fingers crossed that this really is a turning point!

  • Sept 15 – Get fit challenge starts (I could use some buddies if you want to join me–$20 entry and There. Are. Prizes :)
  • The magic bullet of “drive thru” food (yeah, it’s cheating, but I need help to kick-start me)
  • My little bro got me a kettle ball for my birthday!

 

Here’s to a smaller (firmer!) butt to put in my chair!