This week Hope Clark suggested the No-Nos of blog writing.  I’m an offender, I admit.  The biggest crime of mine is number two on her list:  “Not updating regularly. This lack of effort reflects on your respect for the readership. At least two times a week is decent.”  So I’m going to try at at least write something a couple times a week.  Well, I say that, but I don’t know if it will happen.  I don’t have a readership to this blog and it’s more for me to write things down as I see fit and feel the need to do so.  This, of course, is errors five and six that I am also guilty of:  “Don't write about a topic that isn't appealing to the masses.” (Though I think diets and the economy are fairly common interests.) And “try to keep blog posts under 300 words.”  I rarely do this.  To me it seems like you don’t care enough to write anything.  Honestly, when I saw small journal entries, I thought they weren’t good writers.  I guess that just stems from my English major days when we were to write as much as we could in four hours on a topic.  Plus, when I taught, elaboration and details were key.  But, those kids weren’t writing blog posts;  they were trying to pass middle school.

Now, my reason for writing my very concise blog entry today is that I had a great revelation the other day.  After worrying about two pounds on the scale, I tried to give up and eat extra pizza, or extra cookies.  That lasted a few days.  Then I was reading on my Weight Watchers discussion board about people asking if a plateau was a word loosely used.  People mentioned that just because you’re not loosing a bunch of weight each week and are slowly but surely getting healthier, what’s the point in worrying.  So I decided to look at it that way;  just eat right because it’s good for me to do.  I’ll look better and feel better.  I don’t have to announce my pesky number on the scale to anyone.

Plus, my Mister told me on Thursday morning, when I decided the weather was nice enough to go walk and jog.  “Do it for the fun of it.”  I realized how right on he was and I had never thought about any of this in such simple terms.  It was all about trying so hard and getting things perfect and if I didn’t work hard enough I wasn’t giving it all of my effort.  He was right too about saying how easy it is to get obsessed with my numbers for my weight.  It’s so alluring.  “If you weigh this amount, you’ll be better.”  Who do I want to be better than and why do I care?  This is only for myself anyway;  I’m the one who gets overly worried about each little flaw.  And it’s a waste of time.  It really is.  But I guess for a woman it’s so, so easy to do.  Unfortunately.

And so that was all I had to post for today.  I have less than two weeks before I’m back to my new home again for a visit.  I’m excited and going to have to do so much straightening up and wrapping and packing that I don’t know where to begin.  I’ll get it sorted though.  Hhmm…569 words.  I guess that means I’m over my limit again.  Maybe I’ll have less to say when I post again in a few days.  (I really should make myself a schedule for when I update my blog too.)

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