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All those stupid ‘fat me’ thoughts? Drop ’em.

To Blog Or Not To Blog

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To Blog Or Not To Blog

Do you blog about weight loss? Even when you’re not losing?

What about when you’re not trying?

For weeks now, maybe months, my attitude can best be described as that of a petulant child who refuses to eat, or sleep, or do anything else that will make them feel better.

Except that all I want to do is sleep. And eat.

One of the things I’ve been asking myself  is whether it makes sense to keep blogging. Is it helping me? I feel like a fraud just writing about it and not actually doing it. So do I stay, or do I go? Am I a cheat, or am I a quitter?

Today, when I finally had some time to sit down and think about it (day off! kids in daycare! woohoo!), it occurred to me that I’m not the only one with these questions. Back in October, Deb (@DietSchmiet) wrote about her struggles, and that “blogging and obsessing about it has done nothing to ease my guilt or angst.”

Nope, me neither. But Deb is still blogging.

I also remembered a post from Skinny Emmie. Emily was asked on her Facebook page why she continues to blog if she’s not losing weight. Her response: I do it for me.

Well, that’s why I started blogging in the first place. And I still do it for me.

Don’t get me wrong: it thrills me to the tips of my madly-typing fingers when I hear that I’ve helped someone – but I guess you could say that that’s still for me.

So please, take it as read that I am not losing right now. My motivation is flagging, I’m bingeing until I feel ill. But if you don’t mind, I am going to keep writing. And when I manage to turn things around, believe me, you’ll be the first to know.

The bottom line (because I’m not a cheat. Or a quitter):

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Crisis of Confidence

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Crisis of Confidence
I’ve moved! Please come visit and see this post in it’s new home: http://www.ramblingnotebook.com/crisis-of-confidence/

I think a lot about what I want this space to be. I like to be positive, most of the time. I like to give pep talks, for my own good as much as for anyone else’s.

But sometimes I worry that too much pep becomes disingenuous. As though this path that I’m on is sprinkled with rose petals as I skip along arm-in-arm with shiny happy people, and that even the bumps in the road are so horrible they’re funny. Well, I’m sure you know there aren’t many rose petals on the road to better health. And shiny happy people make me twitchy. Read the rest of this entry