Today, I think. I think about why my \blog has dropped off (I let it expire in fact). I wonder why the weight is creeping back on. I wonder why I lost it and what motivated it.
I think about the old coworker of mine, who indicated on Facebook she had lost 70 lbs in 6 months. I have lost 30 pounds in a year and a half, with lots to go.
I think that boot camp did wonders for me, even though I lost interest, and that the weight loss haulted when I stopped going as often. I think I’d like to start back up again, and think there are some hiccups with doing that.
I think I joined a gym for some ease and variety, and ended up not going. Ever.
I think about the bloggers I followed, who I no longer follow, but still think about (thinking about you, one twenty five).
I think about fashion and the clothes I tried on today. I think about how my current “fat” jeans are still big, but that they are so worn, my belly hangs over at times, or shows when i lift my arms.
I think I over use pinterest, but I don’t plan to stop.
I think I gave up cable to give myself more time and money, which worked, until I really discovered hulu+, and then it was pointless.
I think about a long commute to work, and what it will bring to my life, and what it might take away from my life. I think about what inspirational podcasts I could introduce to my life.
I forever think about the big areas of my life (of anyone’s life) and how to keep them all front of mind – spirituality, relationships, finances, fitness, career. Which one should I be thinking about the most.
I think about my future, what it entails, how it will change me.
I think about my boyfriends best friend, being induced to bring her baby boy into the world tonight. Her first.
I think about my pal, Suzanne, out in Atlanta and how I can’t wait to see her annual (belated) Christmas Card that showcases her cute little Atlantan cottage bungalow, and maybe her cat Peeves.
I think about Devin out in Cape Cod, and how she introduces traditions into her family of four.
I think about my cousin Dixie, starting nursing school in just a few days (whoop!).
I think about my blog readers, who have likely all left me, regretably.
And right now, I’m thinking about how to get back on track. How to start dropping the pounds with little motivation. I wish doing it for my own health was enough for me. I wonder how many people do it for their health, vs. doing it for their appearance? I wonder, of the people who do it for appearance, if they do it for how they feel about themselves, or for the reactions of those around them.
In any case, I’m thinking.