Da Funk is Shook - Day 1 Success

Happy to report that mission "Lose Da Funk" is a go. I had a busy, productive day that has left me eager to dig back into work tomorrow. I had a great writing day and on top of that, managed to prepare a kick-a** spicy red pepper lasagna AND a spinach paneer Indian dish over basmati rice. The morning was wonderfully relaxing with no stop and jerk checking of blogs and e-mails. I got the headlines, organized my work for the day, took a few phone calls, and made it to yoga.

I went into GSO to work, but when I got back the mojo kept flowing. Instead of vegging with 40 minutes of Oprah (which always turns into closer to 2 hours), I watered the plants, ran to the grocery store, entered receipts in my expense account, and spent an hour going through the hall and linen closets, as well as my jewelry, shoe, and purse collection, weeding out items for this Saturday's yard sale. 

I did ab work while the rice simmered and shot out some e-mails while I waited for the red peppers to cool. Instead of sitting down at 7 pm in front of the TV, I finally got around to responding to today's e-mails. 

I'm tired, but in a good way. Got a lot of good writing done and all the other minor details make me feel like I've accomplished something today. None of this is surprising, however, I am always a model student on Day 1. And I'll have enough of a buzz left over from today to carry me through tomorrow.  The real test will come later this week when I just want to bonk in front of mindless TV or eat cereal for dinner instead of making something healthy.

The great news is I started a new chapter - a Myers Briggs Type profile for felines-- and I'm cracking myself up as a I write it, always a good sign.

On a different note... a woman in my running group who has trained like a warrior all summer for her first marathon found out that she has a pulled ligament she has to stay off of for a minimum of 6 weeks. That means no marathon for her. If you're not a runner, it may be hard to understand the heartbreak associated with this. You all have seen how much time and focus I devote to my running and trust me when I say I take it easy on you--I could write about running 24/7. Pumping yourself up for a marathon is like planning all year for the vacation of a lifetime--you've got the star hotel, you've made lists of everything you want to see, you've got new clothes, and your whole being is focused on the number of days left until you escape to your paradise--only your boss pops up and demands you work that week and the whole vacation is trashed in an instant. Amy will be back next year for sure, but it's cruel to have an injury like that this late in the training. 

That's all for tonight. One last check of e-mail and then I'm signing off for the night.

Ready to Shake Off Da Funk

It's a new week and I'm a new woman. Did some thinking about the "the funk" this past week and decided a few changes are in order.

#1 - Better Diet. I ate like crap for most of this week and saw it reflected in my runs. My times were okay, but my legs felt heavy and I really had to push myself--mentally and physically--to just DO the runs. The marathon is in just over 30 days so it's time to man up--whole grains, fruits, vegetables, lots of water, moderate eating habits. I suspect the poor diet affected my mood last week as well, so hopefully "good in, good out."

#2 - No e-mail, Facebook, Twitter, and checking other people's blogs before 11 am. I know. As Blair said upon hearing my declaration, "The 15th time is the charm." I've sworn off e-mail in the mornings before, but the awfulness of trying to focus last week has convinced me it's a necessity. My mind gets way too fragmented when I start my day off with short, unfocused blasts of activity. Mornings are for book writing. Period. (**Just so no one thinks I'm cheating, I will allow morning blog posts. I often find it helps to use my blog writing as a "warm-up" to the "real" writing of the day. So if you see a 9:40 am post, do not send me "You're a cheater" e-mails...)

#3 - Less TV. Again, it's the mindless crap I fill my mind with that I'm convinced makes me unmotivated and lethargic. I have plenty to fill my time--running, stretching, reading, we're finally painting the guest bedrooom, I have plants dying to be repotted, pet the cats, clean/laundry, take a walk, prepare a healthy meal, call friends, website updates, volunteer work, speech preparation, get ready for this weekend's yardsale,...

#4 - Less Politics. It's no secret I'm a lifelong Democrat (although... pretty sure I'll be voting for a Republican for Governor). I am SO uptight/angry/hopeful/worried/optimistic/pessimistic/scared on a daily basis that it's draining the life out of me. I'm cutting way back on reading/watching/discussing national politics. 

It's like New Year's in October. None of the changes are all that major though. It's just doing more of the good part of what I'm already doing, and easing up on the less productive aspects.

Wish me luck on that e-mail thing though... =)

Try Again Tomorrow

It's official. I'm in a funk. I had today's schedule all mapped out. A friend/client was teaching a lunchtime workshop in GSO at noon. I got up early, did some yoga, baked a quiche (because I'm that damn good), showered, did full hair and makeup and put on some power clothes for the luncheon.

Then I looked outside. Gray. Misty. I looked at myself in the mirror. My blouse was uncomfortable and my bra strap was digging into my shoulder. Looked outside again. Still gray and misty. Looked at feet. Black and white cat looked up at me and said, "Meow."

"My thoughts exactly," I said. I quickly dumped the blouse and heels for running pants and a baggy t-shirt. It's now 2:30 PM and I have yet to even step outside today.

I decided to spend my day editing a magazine that pays me to proofread all copy before they go to print. Made it through half the magazine before my ink cartridge ran out. I know better than to edit online--I miss way too much. I looked longingly at the couch and our video collection. No! Bad writer!

So now I sit here blogging (hey...at least it's writing) and hoping I can pull myself together enough to edit/shape some website text for a friend.

I'd like to say I'll hit it tomorrow but you know what? I doubt it. I'm just about at the point where I'm willing to write the week off as a loss.

Lucy says "Meow." See? She agrees with me...

NOT A Good Writing Week

Let's call this week for what it is, pure CRAP in terms of writing accomplishment. Words are going on the page but I can almost guarantee 99.9% of them will be cut when I go back to edit. I'm recycling jokes and the chapter I'm working on right now, a parody, "How To Win Friends & Influence Dog People" is lacking form and sustanence. And humor. Seriously lacking in humor at this point.

A lot of what I'm writing is "cute," but cute won't cut it. I need funny, original, unexpected. It's depressing because I've felt good about what I've been writing and this week has just been one mental block after the next. I've got 2000 words left to write in the next two days and I have no idea how I'm going to fill the page. I'm skimming through cat books, surfing web sites, and staring at Lucy and Olivia, hoping for inspiration. So far... nuthin.

Oh well, tomorrow is another day, yes? What matters is getting something... anything... down on paper. It's much easier even to edit bad text than it is to come up with something off the cuff. So I'll put the bad stuff down and hope I can mold it into something better at a later date. 

Let's hope next week's cat chapter draws me out of this funk.