When success is as scary as failure, 11/17/15
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
November two big things. The first is National Novel Writing Month. My goal is 50,000 words in a month which means at least 1667 words a day. And for eleven days straight I was doing great. I came home and cleared off the table. I sat down after a light dinner (and the gym!) and groaned, moaned, complained but punched out the words. Then I went to bed feeling self-satisfied.
I stopped writing four days and go and can't really start up again.
November is also me trying to dip just under 190lbs to have officially "lost" those five (*cough* eight) pounds and move on to the next challenge.
Suddenly, standing on the scale one morning during my weekly weigh-ins, I was about there. 190.8. I had the rest of the month to keep the previous weight off and maybe throw over another pound. Boom. Success.
I am terrified.
I skipped the gym for a week. I have been feeling under the weather physically and emotionally. It is difficult to get going again. I packed gym clothes for today and will do my best to get out of work early enough to get to the gym and practice my pull ups.
I don't know if I will write today, but maybe tomorrow I will take myself on a writing date.
Anyone else fear success?