Do you love your body?
You should! You’re gorgeous. And you look good naked. Don’t you love to hear that?
Do you have fears about your body? Fear getting fat? Fear hearing your ex is in better shape than you are? Fear getting old?
What Do You Fear the Most?
I have been inspired by this question and challenge that Pish Posh’s Blog poses.
I started reading her blog after discovering her among the YeahWrite Writers. I like her. She’s smart and funny. THEN I about fell over in my chair when I read her review of Tilda Pinkerton along with a review of my life! Wow. That was some big blogging love for me and my new book series.
Talk about stepping the fitness challenge up a notch! Her post about me not only made me all squishy inside, it reminded me to avoid the squishy in other places.
Staying fit and writing books is all about scheduling. It is very easy for me to sit and write for ten hours straight, forget to eat, skip the shower and forget about any fitness. I have to incorporate working out with doing life work.
Having a puppy helps!
Having a garden helps
You’d be surprised how many times you can squeeze your stomach in, do squats and breath of fire while you pick greens.
Having friends and family with babies helps
Having a sense of humor helps.
My ex emailed me to share that he’d been checking out my blog.
I haven’t checked out your blog in awhile. Looking good. I see you got married. The wedding looks amazing but wow your arms are as fat as my legs – must be a sign that you’re happy.
Is your mouth on the floor? Mine was. Then of course I had to go check my arms. Cue explicatives.
Like I said, a sense of humor helps.
And Happiness is the Best Medicine.
My sweet husband and I are working on a very fun and cool film job right now (can’t wait to share it with you!) and as we film fun things I make sure to lift and hold, lift and hold.
Like Pish Post pointed out on my last fitness post
I think that weightlifting of joy you’re doing there IS a metaphor for your writing
True, true – very true.
By the way, I’ve lost three more pounds. Mostly from my arms – ahahahha
How do you stay fit?
Better yet, how do you punch fear in the face?