I’m Lex Chase, the author of the Checkmate series for Dreamspinner Press. In my life away from the keys, I’m Megs. I’m unapologetically geeky, pop-culture obsessed, and owned by two fluffy meowing children. I’m a full-time writer trying to make my way in the big wide world of publishing. I’m fighting the good fight to have my cake and eat it too.
Wait. Did someone say cake? Speaking of…
I’m Pre-Diabetic, And That’s Okay
Wait a minute, what does that even mean?
Let’s start at the beginning…
The Scale Said 260 Pounds
One morning, the scale rang in at 260 pounds, and I came to the hard reality I had gained back all the weight I had previously lost. I was 280 at my very heaviest, but I knew I had to do something.
I’ve been a Weight Watchers member on and off for a about five years. I’d get on the wagon, fall off the wagon, and then burn the wagon. So this time I decided I was going to do it. This time I was ready.
And Then I Went To The Doctor
I decided, hey, I’m awesome, and life is grand, and I’m doing good on Weight Watchers again. And then with a routine followup with my endocrinologist I got the news. The doctor told me with a smile, “All signs of your bloodwork point to insulin resistance. Your dad is diabetic right? Yeah, it’s good that you decided to do something when you did.”
Seeing what my father went through with diabetes, I refused to get it. Years ago, I fought to cut as much sugar from my diet as I could. Of course, I still enjoyed cupcakes, candy, and frappachinos. And my so-so careful monitoring of my diet, and my lackluster exercise landed me here.
Here’s the thing. I was told I’m pre-diabetic, but I’m going to be okay. What’s the one thing I heard? It’s like you may have well told me, “Oh, here you have cancer but you’ll be fine.” No. No. I should have never been pre-diabetic in the first place.
In an afternoon, my world had been turned upside-down.
And It Was My Fault
The fact remains, I had done this to myself. I have no one to blame but me. And I realize now, there is no going back from this, because the moment I slip too far there will be dire consequences. This means facing the facts as they are. This means taking a stand for myself. This means doing something positive for myself. This means reminding myself that if I want to keep this one body I have been given, I have to fight for it.
On a Mission from Fat Author to Fit Author
So back to having my cake and eating it too. In order to put food on my table, I need to produce stories. In order to trim down my waistline, I need to stop packing in so much food. See how that works?
My mission is from Fat Author to Fit Author, and my first goal is to drop 30 pounds by October. Why October? October is GayRomLit a writer’s conference for authors and fans to gather together to celebrate the LGBT romance genre. I’ve procured a slot as a Supporting Author, and I and other Supporting Authors get a signing and the chance to promo all weekend long. I want my clothes to actually fit, I want to be comfortable, look comfortable, and honestly not be terrified of my rather large chest falling out of my bra.
Start Your Mission, Join Me
No matter where you are in life, no matter what you do, or how you do it, do you have a few extra pounds to lose? Do you have a lot of extra pounds to lose? Make it your mission. Make your mission to take care of you. Write it down, keep it safe. Tell others, shout it from the rooftops, babble to anyone who’d listen.
Make it a movement. Make it your own personal revolution and watch it build.
The rest of my life, and the rest of your life starts now.