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So this is the beginning, and already it’s almost impossible to write without interruption. I have to find a quiet space just for me where I don’t need to wear headphones that are playing Pandora’s “Classical Music to Study By” that I use as background noise to wash out all the surrounding cacophony in my house. Once I can find that space, I can then think of content that I will find inspiring and will give me the push to keep going. Everyone has a New Year’s resolution, even an unspoken one (these are the kind that I usually have, because if I speak them aloud and fail, I get them thrown back into my face.) I think the ones that no one knows about are the best ones anyway – they are the most honest. I have decided to begin blogging. I think this will help me with all my other issues – not that I have too many, but they are my stumbling blocks to moving forward. Santa brought me an Ionic Fitbit – what a tool, it’s a little computer you wear on your wrist that is constantly harassing you to do things you don’t want to do. Don’t let the beautiful sleek design fool you, this piece of jewelry is cruel, it yells at you to move, it calls you fat and lazy, all done digitally and all while attempting to inspire you to move more and eat less. It is a digital dichotomy. After hours setting it up, syncing it to my phone and my computer, the little bugger was ready to ridicule me. First I felt stupid because it was not the easiest website to navigate – or maybe it was just that I wasn’t able to navigate it due to the fact that I am not a digital native. So that’s the first step of ridicule – making one feel stupid, now let’s move on to ridicule number two… enter your weight and height. Now I’ve lied about these numbers for years, when you are less than 5′ 1″ you round up, I know it’s not a far round but it’s my round and it makes me 5′ 1″, and the weight, well I have been 160 lbs. since before my 2nd child (yeah right!) but that’s as much as you’ll get from me. The Fitbit knows the truth and shoves it in my face hourly with a loud “Na na na na na you’re really ___ pounds, now move your ass fatty!” But I will not be posting that for the general public 🙂 So we begin, today, I will blog when I need to vent and something tells me it will be multiple times per day, until I am steady in my move forward. I’ve tried exercise, walking, eating modification, Weight Watchers, no carbs and all to no avail. I’ve never thought of blogging until today. The only thing that truly worked for me was when Weight Watchers demanded that I journal what I ate, so maybe blogging how I feel will work on a lot of the issues at hand.  Well Mr. Fitbit is telling me it’s time to go up and down the killer stairs another time.  I’m going to attempt to do with once per hour.  If you don’t hear from me tomorrow – send the ambulance 😉  First blog post

Lisa at Niagara Falls 2017

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