I read all of these how-to blogs, and weight loss success story blogs, and I want that to be me. I would be lying if I told you it was, though, and I don’t want to lie. To you, to myself. I don’t know that I should even really call this week four, considering I did nothing Beachbody related at all.
I started back to the stressful part of my job, and I reverted right back into my panic and eat mode. Like it’s going to help me, like it’s going to comfort me when even I know it will just make me feel worse about myself later. It’s no coincidence that I am writing this post at 5am. I can’t sleep. Between my anxiety, poor eating habits, and my first and third shift work schedule, my sleep habits are erratic at best.
I stare at my computer often, wanting to create this amazing blog for myself, and for others out there that are like me. I don’t follow through with it though, because I don’t know what I have to offer you. In a world of blogs full of information and other fun, helpful things, what could I possibly offer to readers?
In these moments, all I have to offer to you, and to myself, is the thought that you are not alone. I am not alone. When you’re frustrated that you can’t lose the weight, when you’re up at 3am running through a to do list in your head instead of counting sheep…You are not alone. I blog to get out of my own head, yes, but I also know that somewhere out there, someone else might be up in the middle of the night and need to know that I’m here too.
Sweet dreams to you. We’re all in this together.