It’s been a very long time since I’ve posted, and not coincidentally a long time since I’ve lost any more weight. I’ve even backslid and regained about 20 to 25 lbs. Which for me, is actually quite a small regain. Which for me is actually quite a minor setback, considering my “normal” regains of the past were to regain more than I lost before getting back on track.
I regret that I allowed myself to become distracted, but I have to avoid wallowing in guilt, because when I do, I start to feel helpleds and hopeless, and when I take hope away from myself, I eat for comfort (if the situation is hopeless, if I believe success is not a path open to me, food is my consolation prize, a booby prize (quite literally since my bustline is the first place I lose and gain weight).
I stopped blogging, because I wasn’t sure if my writings were of interest or value to anyone, but myself. I didn’t realize that it doesn’t really matter. They’re useful to me, and if they’re of use to no one else, they’re still useful to me.
I haven’t yet decided how I’m going to use this blog. What I’m going to write, or how often, but I owe it to myself, if no one else, to find out.