Here I am with another blank WordPress post page before me. When I write my blog posts in the morning, I’ve already written several hundred words for the book. This morning the words came faster and not only did I get 700 of them wrestled down, but I finished earlier than usual. It could be because I went to bed earlier last night and got a true full night’s sleep. It could be that since I’ve been doing this for around 120 days straight, it becomes an automatic process for my brain.

I’ve found that consistency begets productivity with my writing. It’s been so satisfying because if I show up, the words will also and it seems much more reliable than other things I am trying to be consistent with. Like my body; that part of me seems a bit trickier. I cannot calculate scientifically what will happen when I consume a certain number of calories in certain percentages according to their nutritional value and add in a certain number of minutes of brisk exercise. I know what *should* happen but oftentimes it doesn’t. My body doesn’t want to be told what to do, it seems, at least some of the time.

But if I am honest with myself, I have to admit that I am not strictly consistent with what I put into my body and what I ask of my body. Every day, I’m up at 4:45am and I sit myself in front of the laptop and I play the music and I look at the blank page. I’ve been doing it for almost four months straight now and it works. It’s kind of scientific. But I’m not so devoted with my body.

I go for a week or two and then things get fuzzy around the edges. Not so much with what I am eating but with not being careful about every detail, every calculation, every number. And then someone says something about craft beer. And you know… When you’re almost 52, you don’t have a lot of play room in the numbers – what goes in and what goes out and what makes a pound – the numbers are all very close together and there really is no room for fuzziness. You have to be very strict. You have to be detail oriented. Consistency takes on a whole new meaning.

So I’ve committed to myself to give consistency a chance to work its magic in me in more ways than one. I’ve had some success earlier this year in my health goals, but I want to keep going. I want to get back up in the saddle. I’m going to see if I can get even more results just by being as consistent with my body as I have been with my brain.

Written by Tina Gasperson



I am enjoying your writing. I need to make a desktop icon so I can easily click in! What you say about the weight at 52 is maybe even more difficult at 68. It took me over a year to lose about 10 pounds by being careful with “every detail, calculation, number” and also a few “fuzzy around the edges” days. Because of my recent diverticulitis attack, I had to quit wine and now I don’t like the taste for some reason. My weight went down more than usual so I can relate to your beer. I’m aware that even at my age I still care and do not want to sink into senility as a fat, dumpy, frumpy old lady. My image is to be at my goal weight by 70 so I can be slim, stylish and attractive. Oh vanity, vanity all is vanity!
Keep up the wonderful writing. You inspire me!


First, Jennifer, I was glad to see you at HRTM yesterday, one would never know you’d been under the weather. Second, I like your writing flair. You should start a blog. I think your posts would be entertaining and enlightening, if they’re anything like your commenting.

I agree, I don’t want to be a frumpy dumpy old lady! Not if I can help it! I am vain too – but you know, it is more than just simple vanity I think. My family needs me to be healthy and I owe it to them to take care of myself. I owe it to myself. Keeping coming back Jennifer, I want to read more from you. 🙂


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