It’s been over two months since I blogged. What the hell is going on with me?
You know, I have no idea.
I think it’s all about intentions. And I have the best of them. Seems that everything I start (and don’t finish) comes with my best intentions.
This blog, for instance. I wanted to write. And write. And do more writing. I wanted to reach out to the world for support. I wanted to support others. Hell, who am I kidding? I wanted recognition, too. So, I jumped right in. And I was doing *meh*. Then I started doing less and less *meh* and being more and more negligent. Why? I have no idea. But it was started with the best of intentions (for the most part).
In the past I have started jobs~ and left them. Started with the best intentions. Left with my head down.
I have started diets~ and fell off of them. Started with the best intentions. Quit in shame.
Hell, these days I start books and don’t finish them.
And now? Now I have started over on my (supposed) weight loss journey. I just started Weight Watchers again. I haven’t done it in years. I actually have a couple of friends to go with, so that *should* help. Right? And I NEED to lose weight for the sake of my health so that *should* help. I’ve changed my lifestyle in the past and did very well for an extended period of time. Knowing I can do it *should* help. I have a goal of losing 80 pounds by next November when we go to the U.K. That goal *should* help. It’s not an unrealistic goal. I’m not setting myself up for failure. 6 lbs per month is completely doable and healthy. See, I tell myself all of these things and I am going in to this with the best of intentions.
We’ll see how it goes.
Wish me luck.