A friend asked me yesterday why I still blog about weight loss, given that I’ve reached my goal range. She seemed surprised that I’d bother. Obviously, she doesn’t comrephend the dynamics of the fitness/weight loss blogging community.
As I mentioned the other day, online support and interaction has been (and still is) instrumental in keeping me on target. I can share my triumphs and my…well, let’s be polite and call them less-than-triumphant moments, knowing that someone will understand. Some will have lived it, while others may not have had that exact experience, but they’ll still “get it”. And even if they don’t, they’ll still offer a suggestion or helpful hint, or maybe just a few kind words.
The other side of the equation is what happens when I visit other blogs. Any struggles I’m experiencing (real or imagined) evaporate when Betty Blogger reports yet another plateau week, or Bobby Blogger (no relation) posts that he’s bored during his workout and requests suggestions for good MP3s for working out. Instead of heading for the pantry for more almonds, I read back through Betty’s blog, looking for any clues as to why she might be plateau-ing and then brainstorm possible solutions while I’m on the treadmill. I forward Bobby a list of my workout faves and then spend a few minutes scoping out more tunes for my auditory arsenal. Later, when Betty breaks her plateau or Bobby’s workout enthusiasm level picks up, I feel victorious (and relieved) right along with them. They succeeded, which meant I succeeded. One for all and all for one, etc. and amen.
What got me on this weird (even for me) little tangent was the sad experience of cleaning out my RSS feeds last night. So many people whose lives intersected with ours, and one day–poof! They just disappear from the blogosphere. No explanation, no farewell; they’re just gone. It leaves me wondering if their lives became too hectic to blog (most of us know what THAT feels like), or if they fell off the fitness wagon? Egads, maybe they were run over by the wagon! We just don’t know, and that leaves me sad and wondering.
I’m reminded of this quote from poet John Donne, which better describes my sentiments (and in fewer words):
Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee...
No doubt, he is getting quite the workout from turning in his grave over my abuse of his sentiment, but it fits my whacko thought train.
So, this is my round-about way of asking you to please stick around. We will celebrate during the good times and commiserate/pontificate through the not-so-good. If you don’t want to blog about your troubles, reach out another way (email, twitter DM, whatever it takes), or take a break if you need it. But please don’t let giving up and walking away be on your list of options!
As for me, I intend to be the oldest living fitness/weight loss blogger someday. I’ll be posting tips on how to use your walking stick with the treadmill or how to work in a few planks while on your bedpan. Okay, maybe not.
But I’ll still be here, and I hope you’ll be here, too!
Before I go, reminder to join in the fun and sign up for my version of the Progresso Soup Contest and Giveaway. Deadline is tonight (midnight US Central)!