I remember exactly how I felt when I started this blog 7 years ago. I was a new mom on a mission to change my diet. I posted weekly at first and then slowly more and more as I realized how beneficial it was for me to share my success, failures, tips and ideas.
Back then I was working full time as an Assistant Professor and as my site grew so did my passion for blogging. This was never more apparent to me then after "the big crash." Two year of blog posts gone. I mourned as if I lost a child. I was devastated. Broken.
Once, my boss asked me how I found the time teach 5 classes, take care of a little boy and build 2 blogs. I joked and said, "2 boys. You mean 2, right? Have you met my husband?"
He laughed, of course, because if you know my husband you know it’s true, but then I replied with, "Well, what do you do after work? Read a book? Watch TV? I blog. I sit on the couch and blog from the moment my son goes to bed until I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. Then I wake up and do it all over again."
OK, ok, probably but I Iove it. I love every aspect of it. The programming, the deign, the photos, the writing, the sharing, the meeting of amazing people from all over the world. I can go on and on. It’s the thing I’d still do if I won the lottery. The activity that seems to fast forward time when I sit down to do a simple 5 minute task. That’s how engrossed I get.
You’d think this post is about blogging but it’s not. It’s just that blogging is what inspired the thought of embracing change.
Change in ourselves.
Change in our loved ones.
Change in our environment.
Change in goals.
I can go on and on because, well, change is ever present and CONSTANT. Isn’t it?
Last night I wanted to post my food journal, photos and some thoughts about my day but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. It was 10PM. I was watching The Closer with the husband. I just couldn’t start something new at that moment. I was tired. Exhausted.
That’s when it hit me.
5 years ago this wouldn’t have been a problem.
I’m older now.
When I think back I can’t comprehend how I did so much. Of course I’m busy now but it’s different. I don’t work outside of the home. Ryan is older. I have another child. I wake up earlier. I workout harder. I conference plan. I travel more.
Things really have changed!
I’m not telling you this because I think I’m going to stop blogging at night. (Although I might. I’m writing this at 4PM while the sitter is here so I can just chill later, cause dude… I’m tired.) I’m writing this because I’ve recognized a pattern of embracing chance and then adjusting in myself.
I’ve been a daily weigher, a weekly weigher, a monthly weigher and non-weigher. It all depends on what I need at the time to motivated me.
I’ve food journaled on paper, in email, on twitter, with pictures, and not at all. Again, depending on what I need, what is working and what slips easily into my life.
I’ve worked out in the evenings, the mornings and, well, not at all. When I embarked on this weight loss journey I didn’t like to work out. Then I changed. Imagine that.
My point is, (I have one, I promise!) do what you need to do with no fear or guilt or baggage. I had a tinge of remorse about not blogging last night until I recognized this is a change I’ve been feeling in myself for some time.
I just need to embrace it and adjust.