Return of the Blog

I haven’t blogged since August of 2016. I’m still not sure where to start, what I’m trying to say here, or if I’ll get back to blogging regularly anytime soon.

But here I am. I’m here to…collect my thoughts. Lay out my intentions. Try to tease out the thread that leads me back to what matters most for me. The best way for me to start, I think, is with the highlights of where I’ve been.

Since August, I had a full hysterectomy. I spent some time recovering, as I needed to, but in there somewhere I lost my mojo. My hormones are still not 100% settled, so I consistently struggle with being too tired and too emotional in one way or another. I’m working on it.

In January, prompted I’m sure by the New Year’s Resolution idea, I started thinking hard about getting back to the things that make me feel balanced. I set some non-specific goals:

Camp Gladiator for my body.
Yoga for my soul.
Healthy food for my energy levels.
Daily writing for my spirit.
Reading for my mind.
Weekly walks for my heart.
Snuggles for my joy.
Activism for my piece of mind.

Around the same time, thanks to the husband’s awesome gift of annual Disney passes, I wanted to write a blog about what I felt like Disney was giving me.

How Disney Gave Me Back Myself
Out of shape, out of touch, feeling sad. Not enough time with family.

Lots of Joy, tons of walking, lots of smiles and laughter. Remembered movement can be fun, what my body is capable of. Love being outside. It’s cool to be joyous, be a kid.

I never did get around to writing that blog. Every time I sat down to try to write it, I felt like I was faking. I wasn’t making progress. I wasn’t making healthier choices. I loved being at Disney, I love it every time we go. But despite all the joy it brings me, it isn’t carrying over to the rest of my life. So I never wrote the blog, because what could I say? Hey, I found a place that fills me with joy and it still didn’t give me a reason to get healthy?

So a few weeks went by. I did nothing. I barely went to my previously beloved bootcamp. And then…

I’m at my heaviest weight ever. Probably about 250, but I don’t know for sure and I don’t want to know. I do a really good job of pretending it doesn’t bother me, but it does. But that’s another story for another time. I’m actually writing about something more practical. Last night I was stretching and felt a sting on my lower belly, where my belly fat roll meets my torso underneath, right at the fold. Now it’s stinging and seems to be seeping a little blood. I think it’s just a skin tear, and doesn’t hurt a ton or smell bad or itch or anything…but this has never happened to me before. I’m crying in the work bathroom. This is making me feel like shit. In one day I’ve gone from feeling hopeful to feeling disgusting. Intellectually I know it’s the wrong way to feel, but here I am.

I felt so…embarrassed? Ashamed? I hate this feeling.

It’s brutal. My husband, who I only get to see on the weekends, is like “hey baby” and I’m all, “excuse me, my fat roll is bleeding.” I just…ugh.

In some ways, the worst part of this whole fucking thing is feeling like I can’t talk about it. I’ve made such a big damned deal out of accepting my body and being fine with whatever size, and now I feel trapped…like if I say something negative about my fat body, I’m somehow going back on those things (that I truly believe to be true). If I’m miserable with my fat roll, I can’t say that without sounding like I think fat is bad. I feel stuck and so dark right now, and I’m extra upset about it because I had this great, hopeful, motivated blog post planned. I was outlining it in my head yesterday, and then this happened last night and I’m so derailed. And of course, I’ve eaten SO much better today, but it’s out of shame.

That was the end of January, and I decided February would be different. Because it needed to be. And…it wasn’t. I barely exercised except for our awesome Disney weekends. I ate terribly, brutally, with intention to harm. I made myself sick from food for the first time in a very long time.

Now it’s March. I want to say that everything will be different, that this is the month I’ll turn things around. That I’ll find the time to do Couch to 5K with my kid and get back to 3x/wk bootcamps and start eating foods that make me happy and balanced and healthy. That I’ll get back to daily (or atleast weekly) yoga and meditation. But the truth? I just don’t know, and I’m scared to even try to commit to something.

So that’s where I’m at right now. There it is. I don’t know what to do with it, but I needed to get it out.


9 thoughts on “Return of the Blog

  1. redstar5

    thank you for writing about this feeling. This strangling awful paralyzingly feeling that I have felt too. I wanted to say lately but I don’t think that’s fair – definitely longer than lately. Thank you for making me feel less alone with the feeling. Like you, although I passionately believe all bodies are good bodies and worth love, I can’t seem to feel that way about my own body either (at least not for long). Now if I could just get over my fear of sharing this feeling and be brave like my beautiful friend Heather maybe talking about this out loud will make those short moments grow longer.

    I don’t know what to suggest, but I can say you’re not alone.

    You inspire me. ❤

  2. Sasspin

    Let’s do this together. I’ve not gotten rid of the tons and tons of baby weight that I gained and my hormones are also still all jacked up. Neither of which helps with the autoimmune situation. Would it help to do something about this together? It would help me. We could do a daily text check in with each other. Even on bad days when we don’t eat well and/or don’t exercise. It’s a one on one accountability. <3

  3. Sue Olear

    I make my living encouraging women to love themselves, to view making positive choices as acts of self love, not punishments, and so on. But I still have my own private bleeding belly roll thoughts and tears. You aren’t alone. You’ll find your way back, one step at a time. Love.

  4. Mary

    As you know, parts of our journeys have long mirrored each other. I definitely have the rational side of me that wants to say that body acceptance is good and it’s not about my weight, but there is also the insidious voice that is not willing to give up this goal that I have had for the last 30ish years…to lose weight and show “them” I can do it and live out the rest of my life as an average-sized woman. I occasionally think I have taken a few steps forward, but really I think I am pasting on a smile for the world to see.

    I am happy to see you back here in the Blogosphere. Sending so much love your way…

  5. Jennifer Lynn

    Can we go back to daily check in with each other? I miss our chats.

    You are not alone. I’ve been struggling with the “I want to get some of this weight off because I’m uncomfortable” but does that make me a hypocrite?

    I am so glad you are taking care of your health!
    I miss ya and love ya!


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