This is going to be a fairly short post, because it’s already quite late on this last Sunday evening of September 2014 and because I’m exhausted from all the running around (of various kinds) I’ve been doing over the weekend. But I wanted to write something anyway, because on Tuesday my husband and I are leaving for 10 days in Japan and I want to kind of prep up the blog for when I come back (because I’m sure I’ll be full of things to tell).
Going to Japan has been one of my top dreams for many years. Even before I discovered just how much I loved sushi, it was a country I wanted to visit. After all, it is the birthplace of those lovely Studio Ghibli animes and that’s enough to waken a sense of wonderment and longing on its own. I wanted to see this brilliantly unique culture for myself, both because so many people raved about it and because I’m sure I’ll never be quite the same person again.
Around about the end of this past week, I reached a personal milestone. I stepped on the scales and realised I’d well and truly lost 10 whole kilos (22lb or 1.8 stone, if that helps) since I took matters into my own hands last February. I’d been a bit optimistic back then and hoped to have lost 20kg by October, but I realise now that that’s a asking a little bit much of my body (and putting myself at risk of gaining the weight back really quickly again). Still, 10kg is no small feat… imagine strapping 10 cartons of milk to your body and trying to run around! 🙂
Yet weight is a funny thing. I’m going to be totally honest, even though it’s hard for me, because this is a lifestyle blog and I feel I owe it to you… no less because you owe it to yourself to be honest about your own weight, if the situation requires it. I truly believe that’s how change happens, with a healthy dose of honesty.
As a writer, aside from losing all my work (or thinking I have), what’s the one thing that is guaranteed to give me a mini heart attack, no matter the circumstances?
Let me tell you, my dear friends. It’s hearing another writer (usually someone who is starting out, but not always) say: “what I wrote was rubbish, so I delete it from my computer/shredded it/fed it to my dog.”
So PLEASE, ladies and gentlemen, fellow writers.
PLEASE, please, please don’t do this.
“But why?” you may ask and rightly so. After all, those lines you just threw away were yours to do with as you please. That’s the beauty of writing. You have total control. If you think it’s rubbish, you can bin it. If someone else thinks it’s rubbish, you can think they’re rubbish (note: but I do think you should always listen to criticism, at least as long as it’s constructive).
I wasn’t intending on posting another article until the weekend, but something happened to me today and I wanted to talk about it because I’m pretty sure it happens to most of us at some point, or even repeatedly, in our lives.
Something gets in the way of something else you were intending to do.
A bit of context: several little things got in my way today. And as we know, the little things often add up to large things (or rather, things that seem large but only to us) and then the whole situation snowballs out of control. Yeah, I’m sure you know exactly what I’m talking about. So on with the story.
Some of you might be rolling your eyes… well roll away, eye people, because I’m going to do this anyway. 🙂
The answer to the question that is the title of this post might be pretty obvious to a lot of people. We eat to survive. We eat to fuel our bodies so that we can get on with the things that really matter in life, like sitting around on our bums tapping on our smartphones, or something (yes, I’m kidding… I don’t even have a smartphone).
But is that really the case, when you think about it?
Well… I’d just spent about 2 hours writing an article intitled “Why Do We Eat”, filling it with many deep thoughts on food and humanity in general (life, the Universe and everything else… 42, blabla) and had clicked the “Publish” button in the bottom right-hand corner when, for some ridiculous unexplained reason (possibly the internet connection, possibly WordPress, possibly me clicking somewhere random, we shall never know) the entire thing vanished. Poof! Without a trace…