I'm finding that the unfortunate reality that I was warned about has come to pass. It's hard to stay fit in your 30's.
Time was, maybe 10 years ago, I'd gain 10 or 20 pounds in the winter, then lose it in the summer plus five. Summers in New York were hot and there was stuff to do, like copious amounts of basketball. Beer made me sweat, not fat. And I could party all night on Sunday and do Monday with three or four hours sleep. Those were the days. Now, I have to watch what I eat and how much, I have to do crazy intense workouts, I have to force myself to sleep (well, force is a strong word). If I drink, I'm useless for two or three days after. And I find myself fixated on my weight more than I ever have been at any point of my life (264, if you're asking). I'm concerned of a family history of diabetes and high blood pressure, and I just want to get older and not feel like shit.
As my birthday came and went, I took a look at some of my habits and am actively trying to change them.
Diet: I love sugar. It's awesome and tasty and makes everything better. I'm good about most of my diet, eating greenery and fruits and quinoa and stuff. If you had known me five years ago, you know that this is a big deal. I'm doing my best to cut baked goods out (goodbye, donuts and cinnamon rolls and anything delicious from Starbucks) and anything with added sugar. I'm trying to limit bread to one slice per day with breakfast. I want to not be lazy and juice more (I have a head not kale in my fridge that I should probably get to before it walks out).
Exercise: It's difficult to split time between writing, working a full time and per diem job, and having any kind of life. Working out is one more thing to do that eats up time. I hate to say it like that, but a fact is a fact. As we get older, it gets harder to divvy up the time. I don't even have kids yet and it's this difficult. Or maybe I'm just lazy sometimes. If it's important, you'll find a way, if it's not you'll find an excuse. Sporadically, my excuse is I don't have the time, or I need to sleep, or I'll do it tomorrow. That's got to stop. This is important.
Sleep: Considering I work in sleep medicine when I'm not writing, I should know the importance of good solid sleep. I don't get nearly enough of it and for no good reason. Like I said, I don't even have kids. I have got to force myself into bed when I get home, and I've got to stay there for at least seven hours.
I have a beard going right now because I promised myself I'd keep it until I got myself below 250 labs. Now that I'm putting this out into the ether, I'd better get to it.
*** Quick Hits ***
NBA season starts in a couple of weeks. To all my friends who are basketball fans, allow me to put in this piece of information:
The Knicks will be AT LEAST the #6 seed in the East this season.
I could cite their much improved defense, or the personnel moves that have players tailored to the offensive system they run. I could talk about how underrated Robin Lopez is. But I won't.
I'll just say 6 or better.
Went to Barnes and Noble today and decided to teach myself more about my craft. I've been writing fiction for about 20 years now, published for 10, but I stilt want to learn more, hone my skills more, and be a better writer. I'm starting with industry magazines (for probably the least glamorous industry on the planet. I mean seriously...), but I'll work myself up to online seminars, going over stuff in the library. I love what I do, so it couldn't hurt...