In the blogging world it’s a bad idea to not write anything for months, and then return and apologize for being gone for months. You’re just supposed to jump back in act like nothing every happened. But lots of stuff did happen and since I’m talking about a two year journey (well now it’s a year and a half) then I need to talk about what happened.
I got scared
I initially stopped writing because I was scared about talking about all of these changed I wanted to make and not following through on any of them. Writing that first post about my plans for weight loss was putting it out there knowing I might fail. Guess what…I did. I made it through phase one of 80 Day Obsession, then I got really sick, and I didn’t get back into the program once I felt better. The second phase was much harder and I’m just not in good enough shape for that yet.
That led me to quit tracking my food too and I started gaining some of my weight back. I didn’t want to talk about it, so I just stayed quiet. My second post was supposed to be about my plan for getting out of debt, but I’ve been having some of the worst financial strain ever in recent weeks and why would anyone want to hear me talking about getting out of debt while I was just getting into more debt? So I didn’t write that post either.
In addition to being scared, my mother also got VERY sick. She was diagnosed with neuro-invasive West Nile Virus. Yeah, that thing they talk about that you can get from mosquito. Well, I never paid much attention to the warnings about that until it nearly killed my mom. That’s something for another post, but I spent nearly a month very off my normal schedule while she recovered.
So what now?
It’s time to jump back on the wagon. I’m going to be consistent here and talk about all of my journey. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I still have goals I want to hit and less time to hit them in if I’m going to make them happen by the time I turn 40. Some of them might not happen by then, and that’s OK, but I’ve hit the point where the fear of being where I am now at 40 is worse than the fear of change. So it’s time to strap myself to that wagon and hang on!