Or, how I bribe myself. Yes, chocolate is often involved.
Writing a book is one of those things that can be quite mentally grueling. Then again, when I’m exhausted, so is cleaning toilets. No matter which is involved, I long ago figured out that I sometimes just have to bribe myself with a reward for doing things I really don’t want to. (Often involving, as the internet calls it, “adulting.”) Because if I try to beat myself up and force myself to do it, I end up wiped out and depressed and grumpy… none of which are good for creating, or for the wonderful man in my life.
Jordan Peterson says to treat yourself as though you are someone that you love and care for, and be kind to yourself. Well, when my husband does something grueling, I try to reward him, whether it’s with a favourite meal, a road trip, a night out… And I do the same for myself. Grind through that chapter? Buy a song. Make something that’s not low-carb and very tasty. Finish the story? Get some black cumin from Afghanistan. Or a corset. Or a road trip. (Pick one, by budget.)
Yes, there are days where I do my diet no favours by rewarding myself for dragging my butt to the gym with a mocha on the way back. Often it has less to do with the amount of weight lifted than with how hard it was to convince myself to get up and out the door…
Yes, sometimes coaxing myself to work has more in common with coaxing a scared cat out from under the bed than with being the rugged individualist who’s full of self-discipline and hard-charging never-give-up than I’d like to think.
Are you a paragon of self-discipline, who ne’er stooped to measures so low? Or do you bribe yourself? If so, what currency do you use?