I hate going so long between making fresh blog entries.
And yet, here we are. The writing goes well; targeting September to release the next THEOBROMA book. The following installments should come along faster, but it's turning out to be much longer than I'd thought it would be. Still, I enjoy the work.
Not that the work cares, but we're in it together all the same.
That reminds me of my other working partner: weights.
This summer, I've shifted some of my considerable inertia toward exercising more. That has involved elevating my moderate maintenance level activities to workouts geared toward increasing strength and stamina while simultaneously burning fat. It's weights one day, body weight exercises the next, plus martial arts and walking every day. Like writing, I workout without other people. I think that's probably for the best. I keep odd hours and I don't stroke egos.
Weights don't care about your ego.
Stopwatches don't care about your ego.
I don't care about your ego.
Performance is what matters to me, whether that's producing quality writing or lifting more weight. Energy and will united to make changes happen. Better, stronger, faster are the goals. That's a strategy that intentionally lacks an endgame. It's using that inertia to keep on moving, continuing that personal journey of self-improvement.
On the downside, I'm having to push to eat a lot more and, as I stubbornly refuse to join another gym, I'm going to have to invest in more weights. C'est la vie. Onward and upward, keeping the fires burning hot.