Some of you know that I used to have a weight-loss blog. Fat lot of good it did me - I weigh more now than I ever have. I realized that DWELLING on it was counterproductive for me - and boring to boot.
But I never felt comfortable writing about that kind of thing here, on this blog meant for my son's future reading. He witnesses my struggles (and has his own) with weight on a daily basis and somehow I don't think that's one of the things he'll forget about. We both have the "fat gene" and dealing with it is going to be a lifelong issue for us. His dad has it too, but he's also addicted to exercise so he doesn't LOOK like he's got a problem. I wish I were addicted to exercise...
Anyway, I've created a new blog. It's called The Care of Me, and it's a place for me to think out loud about how I can be kinder to myself, my soul and my body and the things I explore in that quest. I really think part of my lack of success in losing weight has to do with it seeming like a punishment. Perhaps if I switch the focus from weight-loss to taking care of my self, my whole perspective on things will change. I'm hoping so.
I also hope to avoid too much navel-gazing. That can be a deep hole.