Hi friends!

Been a little while huh? After my sickness last week, I fell away from the daily blogging. It felt good too. Sometimes I have a lot of things to say, but sometimes I feel like I HAVE TO get a post up, even if it isn’t the greatest.

This doesn’t help anyone. You don’t want to read shitty, forced posts and I don’t want to write them.

Thinking about this brings up another big issue I’ve been contemplating the last few weeks.

For a long while I’ve read blogs, followed people on Twitter, done everything I could to surround myself with get healthy – weight loss types. I did this because I wanted to lose weight (mostly for vanity reasons). I’m not saying I don’t want to lose weight anymore, but I am saying I want to change the way I’m trying to lose weight.

There are literally thousands of ways to lose weights – some healthy, some not so healthy. All difficult.

After so many years of reading blogs and following the weight loss mentality, I thought I had discovered the ‘right’ way for me to lose weight.  Like there’s a right way, haha. But the more I think about it, the more I despise what I thought was my path.

It’s difficult to describe.

With all the blogs I read and people I follow on Twitter, I feel like I should be running every day, or swimming, or biking, or lifting tons of heavy weights, or kickboxing. But you know what? I don’t really, and I mean really, enjoy any of those things. Yes, I’ve had love affairs with running and lifting weights. They ended fairly quickly though. They felt forced. I’m struggling with this feeling with yoga now too.

You know what I really love doing every evening? Reading. Having a drink. Going for a walk. Just kicking back on my damn couch.

And I don’t want to feel guilty for enjoying these things. But I do. I feel so much pressure (albeit all of it is self imposed) to be moving and doing stuff after work. All I want to do is come home and chill the fuck out.

This is the perfect love note to myself. I’m going to do what I love and not feel bad about it. Even if the whole world thinks I should be working out and being social, doing whatever they think is best, screw it. I want to read and drink wine and not give a fuck about what anyone else thinks.

If I focus on what makes me happy, then my weight will fall into place. Simple as that.

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