A little over a year ago, I was searching the internet for what to do about my dog's blackened lady parts.* I stumbled on an entry unlike any I had seen before. It was a blog. (That I found when searching for 'dog vulva') By the time I finished reading about his trauma, tears of laughter were rolling down my face. "What a neat thing this blog is!" I thought to myself.
Shortly thereafter, my sister introduced me to the genius that is Jen Lancaster. I inhaled Such a Pretty Fat in a single sitting and was desperate for more. Wait. What's this? She has a blog? I read her entire blog archive in a matter of days. Loved it. And was inspired by it.
One year ago today, I started my bloggy journey. I thought it was going to be a weight loss tool, but it has turned out to be a lot more. And less - I haven't lost an ounce. In fact, I may have added a pound (or ten) since I declared myself at Critical Mass last year. But along with those pounds, I have gained a creative outlet, a place to vent (so much cheaper than therapy!), a new business, and friends I never would have 'met' otherwise. I am in such a better place than I was this time last year. (Mentally, not physically - Small Town was great!) Laughing more. Crying less.
Ironically, I have come full circle.
Q and I were at Home Depot today getting paint for Z's room. I am going to do the walls in a pale, pale pink. The lady in line behind me asked, "Oh, is that for your baby's room?" As Q is anything but girly, she clearly thought I was pregnant. And was comfortable enough in her assumption to actually inquire about it. Yikes. Personally, I try not to ask about a stranger's pregnancy unless I can actually see the baby coming out...
So here I am again, having reached critical mass. For real this time. I know the weight isn't going to get any easier to lose. I need to do it now. For my kids and for myself. Wish me luck.
*Turns out she was just really dirty.