It's Sunday morning over very good coffee (Bub's Blend, a limited edition coffee by L'il Bub; full of science and magic), and it's a good moment to philosophize.
My topic: The seeming paradox of my weight loss. To fill in, I lost 63 pounds over a year and a half period eating a well-balanced 1350: 1500 calories a day, and then I stopped. My plateau has lasted for over a year, so I went to my doctor who referred me to a healthy lifestyles specialist. His words: "It's possible that you're not eating enough."
I go to the specialist, and she has me breathe through this funky machine for ten minutes, and tells me "You aren't eating enough." She raised my calorie goal to 1633 (yeah, odd number) and reminded me I need to exercise, too. I have lost over two pounds in the past four days.
So let me wax philosophical: Is it possible to try too hard? That was my problem with my weight loss; although in my defense, I didn't know that I wasn't eating enough. I didn't know that adding a little more nutrition would nurture my body.
So, in what ways am I trying too hard? That's an interesting question, and one I think I need to ask myself about my writing. When have I edited enough? When can I accept that my work is good enough even if agents aren't biting on it?
A very good question, and one I will be exploring...
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