Maybe you've noticed that it’s been a few years since I last wrote on this blog. Or maybe not!
Although this blog lay dormant during this period, I didn't forget about it. I had, on many occasions, thought about blogging again, but the idea of facing a blank page and stringing words together in a coherent manner was more than enough to keep me from even trying.
I’m going to suck it up this time and write something. But I feel a little shy about it. Where do I even begin?
Although this blog lay dormant during this period, I didn't forget about it. I had, on many occasions, thought about blogging again, but the idea of facing a blank page and stringing words together in a coherent manner was more than enough to keep me from even trying.
I’m going to suck it up this time and write something. But I feel a little shy about it. Where do I even begin?
When I started blogging in 2006, I was a few years out of college, starting grad school, and harbored an ambition to save the world.
It’s now 2013, seven years later, and if I could just write a stupid blog post and finish my laundry, I would feel like I accomplished something this year. Oh, how things have changed!
You know what else has changed?
My metabolism. As in, it decided to take a permanent vacation to the Bahamas. Without me.
A couple of weeks after a milestone birthday, I started a new job in the suburbs. Within a few months, the routine of driving everywhere and sitting all day at a desk resulted in the growth of a stubborn layer of blubber around my waist.
Only a few years ago, I could grow a “Buddha belly” after eating a big meal and it would magically disappear within a few hours. It was not a source of concern but rather of amusement (“I ate so much I can barely move! Look at my potbelly! Hahaha!”).
Now, the “endearing” Buddha belly was overstaying its welcome and suddenly it was no longer a laughing matter - at least not to me (others still pointed and laughed...). The issue wasn't that I was overweight. It was the realization that my body was changing and that I had to come to terms with losing the luxury of not worrying about what, when, and how much I was eating.
Of course, there are worse problems in life than looking like a grown version of Honey Boo Boo. It’s just another thing to look forward to as we inch toward middle age.
Only a few years ago, I could grow a “Buddha belly” after eating a big meal and it would magically disappear within a few hours. It was not a source of concern but rather of amusement (“I ate so much I can barely move! Look at my potbelly! Hahaha!”).
Now, the “endearing” Buddha belly was overstaying its welcome and suddenly it was no longer a laughing matter - at least not to me (others still pointed and laughed...). The issue wasn't that I was overweight. It was the realization that my body was changing and that I had to come to terms with losing the luxury of not worrying about what, when, and how much I was eating.
Of course, there are worse problems in life than looking like a grown version of Honey Boo Boo. It’s just another thing to look forward to as we inch toward middle age.
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You posted!!! YAY!!!!
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