Honestly, I don't remember what came after the point so I'm splitting it down the middle and calling it a .5. Don't hold it against me.
Do you know what today is? If you said Cinco de Mayo, you're wrong. I mean, you're right, but you're wrong.
Today is Love Another Blogger Day. (<==for me anyway)
Last night I was catching up on my blog reading and came across two blogs that are kinda opposite ends of the spectrum. One had a success and one had a fail. In the universe of diet karma, these seem to cancel each other out, but in fact, I believe the success happened so it could be an encouragement to the one that failed.
Here's blog #1 It's All About The Walls. This is my friend Amanda who has been sitting at a plateau for weeks. In her blog she maps out how things coulda gone wrong and she coulda thrown in the towel and quit. She didn't, she just waited, albeit not so patiently, and finally, the scale moved and moved in the right direction. YEA Amanda! What a break through moment! If you're a habitual dieter as I have been in the past, you'll know that plateaus SUCK EGGS. So, finally pushing through one (and by 2 pounds even!) is like nothing short of a miracle.
Then there's blog #2 It's just Me, Drazil & Sheniqua.....This is my new friend "Me". Well, actually, there's a trio rolled into one here I think of her as Drazil most of the time. Anyway. Reportedly, there's been a scale buster in Drazilland and that is never fun. Not seeing a scale move is one thing, but to see it move in the wrong direction is another. This is a hard working girl who's busted her "patootie" to get where she is and even has rewarded herself with a tummy-tuck at the end of it all. And now, after a month of little life things, there's some gain-age on the homefront. I don't know how much, but really, is there any gain-age that makes us happy on the scales?
If you watch The Biggest Loser and follow the tweets like #TBL or #BiggestLoser, then you're bound to know about all the insane crying that happens when the show is on. Now kids, if you don't know this by now, I am not one to really appreciate any emotional display other than snarkiness or ranting. However, that damn show has brought me to near hysterics for three weeks in a row!!!! I've been trying to figure out why because I haven't been sad OR happy when the waterworks have begun. I figured it out last night.
I am touched by the genuine feelings these contestants are sharing. Now, I'm not tearing when they're tearing. Actually, when someone else cries on TV, I get a little annoyed. I'm tearing at the stories, the triumphs, the struggles, the overall genuine real humanity of a weightloss battle. Well, that's what's going on here. A little genuine dose of reality in the bloggin world.
My bloggin heart really loves these ladies and all the blogs that I stalk or read occasionally. I think that those of us who have good days are here to encourage those of us who don't have good days. I am willing to bet that for every bad day, there's a good day to match it and that's where we should get our strength, encouragement, motivation, and overall warm fuzzies.
Amanda, meet Drazil. Drazil, meet Amanda. You two need each other right now. And we all need you!
There. I've done my good deed for the day.