I am also keeping track of what I eat. So I carefully note down "15 Wheat Thins. 28 wasabi almonds. Three sugar-free cookies." All withing a 15-minute period. I'm sure writing it down is supposed to give me pause, and it does, but not enough of one.
With all the exercise I'm getting, you would think that I would be crafted of steel, but you would be wrong. I still have the same teddy bear legs. Only now they ache. A lot. I'm thinking of buying Naproxen in bulk. And all those planks and bridges and "just 20 more reps!" have affected my running. Made it slow and painful as muscles that have been stressed seven ways to Sunday complain.
This morning I made it through my run by finding different things to focus on, each about 20 feet away. A bottle cap, a bright spot on the pavement, a shadow. And I told myself I only had to run until I got to that spot. That I didn't need to think about the remaining two or three miles. Just the next 20 feet. And then as I came up to the focus point, I found another one about 20 feet away. I got through a whole run like that. And sometimes I walked, but I always kept moving forward.
I think you can apply that to writing and a writing career. Sometimes it's better to focus on what you can accomplish right now. And the rest will take care of itself. Extraordinary days are made up of a string of ordinary days.