Dying from neglect

No, the title of this post doesn't refer to my beloved veggie garden - it's doing nicely, thank you! - but to this poor journal.

There was a time when I hated to wait 24 hours to update here, but lately I'm just not feeling the urge to post any more. Honestly, I don't really have a lot to say that anyone would find interesting and I'm becoming too lazy to want to put effort into organizing my thoughts into something coherent. I've thought about packing it all in when TCB comes home for good (check out the ticker in the header...scarily small number, eh?), but that makes me feel sad and I don't think it's the right answer. I need a place to come and write, to interact with people outside my everyday life, to share the things I'm learning as I try to love and take care of myself.

An example of that would be the realization I came to on Saturday while I was walking. In the past, I've always associated exercise with weight loss (and, by extension, with dieting) and have, therefore, either been obsessive about it or hated it (depending on which way I was going on the scale). I started my informal walks with my work buddy, Scott, with the same hatred I've always brought to walking..."this sucks," or, "no, I don't want to go for a walk, please just kill me instead" - you know the drill. And then, so very slowly that it was essentially imperceptible, I stopped hating it. But I didn't kick over into obsessive mode, either, I just made room for it. I am training for The 3-Day in October and regular walking is something I need to do, so I'm doing it. I'm not dieting, not even watching what I eat...in fact, I'm eating horribly, but I'm still walking. I even went for a walk on Saturday a few hours after a major binge! That would never have happened in the past and I think it bodes well for a less-OCD future: I can be less than perfect.


Kim said…
Don't feel bad about not wanting to post. It will happen every once in awhile.

I love what you are saying about exercising to exercise... and not associating it with losing weight. It means a lot to still be active after a binge. Wanna know a secret? I ate a ton of granola bars at my office on Friday, then stopped in the train station and got two servings of breadsticks to eat on the train! I felt awful, but I went home and ran 4 miles. I didn't make the connection that you did though. Thanks for pointing that out!
Brooke said…
Good for you, girl. Know what you mean about not wanting to update - I've let my own blog malinger for 4 months now. But you know? That's OK with me. I'm writing other things now. I think my blog has served its purpose. After all, through my blog, I came to know you!
Marla said…
You know I think about quitting blogging all the time - for a couple reasons, the main one being that when I don't have any progress to report, I'm embarrassed to post! The second reason is that while I used to get 10 or 12 comments on each post, now days go by before I get even one. And, I'm not in it for a popularity contest, but the give-and-take, back-and-forth of blogging seems to have disappeared. People READ my blog, I can tell that from my stat counter, but they don't bother to interact. That's depressing! (Not you obviously; you comment all the time).

But ultimately, I do find it a place to sort out my thoughts. When I have to figure out what I want, and what I'm doing, rationally enough to report it to an audience, it helps me think. So these days I blog entirely for me, whether one person reads it or one thousand.

So do what works for YOU, chickie. And it doesn't have to be all-or-nothing either; you can write every day for a year and then drop it for a year. This is on your schedule.
The Peanut said…
is it too late to donate to your walk campaign?can you send me the info?

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