I'm seeing the first results!
Another week has gone by, and despite massive stress here at home, I've still managed to get all my goals done. My husband recently had surgery on his shoulder to repair a tendon, and can't drive, so I've had to take over all the chauffeuring duties. And we've discovered that our bathroom walls have been affected by a leak in one of the pipes, so we've had to call in the professionals to find the leak, repair it, and now dry out the walls. It seems as though we are living in a major construction site, because everything has been cleared away from those walls and put wherever there is room. I have to sidle almost everywhere I go in the house, except in the kitchen, thankfully.
I think my walks are helping. I used to have pain in the sides of my hips when I lay on my side, but it's getting better now. I'm also sleeping somewhat better, and I'm not quite as tired during the day. I still need rest periods, but fewer, and not quite as deep. Now if I could just cut down on that chocolate ... I also wish I could develop more strength and more endurance, but hey. One thing at a time, eh?
My fanfic is coming along very nicely. I think about it all the time, it's always running in my head. I love it when stories do that, when they practically write themselves and all I have to do is provide the fingerwork. But I'm worried about what will happen when I'm finally finished with it. I want to go on to something new and original, but so far, I haven't had any ideas yet. Well, there's still a bit of time yet.
And I've reached the halfway point of the book I'm translating! Yay for me!
I've also noticed that it really helps to have my one-a-day goals written down and taped to my computer where I can see them every day. I really feel a sense of obligation that makes me get up and go out for a walk every other day, whether I want to or not. And even at the end of a busy day, I force myself to get the translation done, despite the temptation to claim I've done enough and to put it off.
If only the same strategy worked for the weight-loss goal. Maybe I should change it from "lose ten kilos" to "eat no more than 100g of chocolate a day."
I haven't even dared get on the scales this week, so I think my hope of losing weight is definitely dead. It seems I've been eating more than in the weeks previous to my decision to make weight loss one of my goals. What sort of effect do you call this? Some kind of rebound thing? Or just plain fear and desperation? The merest hint that there could be any kind of rationing seems to send my body into major hoard mode, and I gobble up anything and everything sweet. I'm definitely worse off than when I started.
So in the interest of self-preservation, I'm putting that goal aside for now. I've crossed it off the list of goals that I have taped to the top of my computer monitor. And yes, I hate myself. I no longer lay in bed at night and purr contently because I'm actually doing something positive. Suddenly, the other goals don't seem to matter as much. I still do them, but ... much of the joy that I found in achieving them has disappeared. I feel like I never should have tried this goal in the first place, because it seems like my failure in this one area is dragging everything else down with it. And yet, after I'd been riding the wave of success for two weeks, I felt like I could conquer anything.
I got my three walks in last week; Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. My writing is coming along well, too. And the only day I didn't translate was on Tuesday, because it was an absolutely maggoty day full of unexpected things to do and places to go Should maggoty have one "t" or two, do you think? Maggotty? Maggoty? One "t" looks slightly better. Yeah, my brain wonders about such things. No doubt it's related to maggots somehow. Maybe I am a maggot. I sure feel like one sometimes.
The last thing I wrote last week was "hope dies last of all," and when it comes to my weight-loss goal, I can definitely feel my hope slipping away. It seems like the minute I wrote down my goal, I promptly gained a pound. Not only that, but the chocolate and sweets suddenly tasted twice as good and called to me twice as loudly. So, no progress there. I am discouraged, and am thinking about giving up and removing the goal from my list. I really thought that the momentum of succeeding at my other goals would help carry me along, but I guess that's not how it works, or at least not with me.
Technically speaking, I did get three walks done last week. But two of them were on Monday, and one on Wednesday, so I'm not sure that it counts. I wanted to go on Friday, but we were having a bit of a storm, with heavy wind and rain, so I chickened out. Saturday was the same.
The translation is making great strides, however. I'm already on page 104 of the original book! My fanfic is also coming along nicely, if not quite as fast. There's a little more depth to it, however, and I feel that if I can get it finished, it might just be one of the best things I've ever written. Now if I could just come up with an original idea and flesh it out into a book, I might just achieve something.