A frequent theme here on Misdirected is making sure that exercise becomes a daily part of life. Regain almost always happens to those who aren’t making a commitment to hitting the gym. (Or aerobics, or running, or walking. You get the idea.)
And, the biggest amount of push-back I get from my readers is about this very issue. “Jeremy,” people will tell me, “you don’t have a regular job and you don’t have kids. YOU have time to work out. But I don’t!”
Now, despite being disabled, I am busy as heck. Maybe a little too busy. The fact that I don’t have a “real” job constantly motivates me to push myself hard. And recently I have begun to think that I have too many balls in the air. On top of working out every day, I am writing every day. And studying for my Personal Trainer certification every day. And working on my editorial responsibilities for Fiction Vortex every day. But, surely I can handle it, right?
I thought so – until last week, that is.
The Shoe Is On The Other Foot
Last week all my scheduling chickens came home to roost at once.
As a result, I skipped three workouts, blew two deadlines, and flunked a quiz. Adding insult to injury, my sleep started to suffer and my seizure activity ramped up.
Clearly, changes need to be made.
So, where the heck am I going to find time in the midst of all these time-sucking activities?
I spent the weekend not communicating with anyone outside the house. No Fiction Vortex, no extended family members, no multi-player gaming. I needed to come up with a plan.
So, what are my unavoidable responsibilities?
As I see it, I have two of them. Fiction Vortex has somehow turned into my employer, albeit an unpaid one currently. I have responsibilities to all the other authors on my team. Without my daily interaction, schedule management, and project planning, Ash Falls comes off the rails.
Without daily exercise, I will begin to slip back into old habits. Old habits lead (eventually) back to the 300+ pound version of myself. And the fact is, I just felt crummy last week for not working out. Clearly, the gym needs to be one of the daily lynchpins around which I build my routine.
So, Monday through Saturday, I need to be hitting the gym and staying plugged into my FV teams every single day.
OK, so where does that leave Misdirected? And my fiction writing? And my personal training certification? I apparently can’t do it all every day without it all equally suffering.
The Budget Axe Falls
Any college course I have ever taken has required at least 2 days a week of my time – a couple hours in the classroom, and 3-4 hours of study two days a week, every week. I have a little under 4 months left before I have to take my certification exam. Accordingly, I need to get myself in gear. My memory being what it is, I am still not sure how I will ultimately do at exam time. But, if I fail, I want to fail having done my best. I don’t want to fail because I treated the exam as if it was not important.
My fiction writing has suddenly become a major time-sink. I am involved in not one but two different fiction projects. This means I am suddenly on the hook for 20,000 words of fiction a month. Even at my usual rate of 1,000 words per hour, that ties up 20 hours a month, every month.
Misdirected now has an audience of several hundred people. I produce blog posts, respond to emails, and answer questions related to bariatric surgery. I have no intention of letting all those folks down.
So, my weeks will now look like this:
Monday and Friday will be Misdirected content days. This cuts my current content schedule in half, but I will start putting out larger blog posts to account for that.
Tuesdays and Thursdays will now be dedicated to my ACE studies. Just like a regular college class schedule, instead of shoehorned in wherever I can fit it.
Wednesdays and Saturdays will be fiction writing days. All day long I will work on my current fiction projects for Fiction Vortex.
So, what will I do when August comes? When I am done writing Inheritance and have taken my certification exam?
I have no idea. Probably take a nap.
‘Cause I Am Not Sleeping Enough Right Now,