I’ve been thinking a lot lately about getting into this blogging thing again. I mean, I still read blogs every day and want to use it as a tool to document my life and my learnings and my adorable children but then I stall out and never write anything. Let’s be honest, there’s a chance that after this blog, it may be another year before there is another post. My guess is that post is going to begin a lot like this one. Kind of the way that this one sounds a lot like the beginning of the one post I made last year.
It is so weird to think about where I was when I started this blog to where I am now.
This blog started just over 5 years ago when I was pregnant with my now 5 YEAR OLD (wth?) H-Dog. We were living on the other side of the state and I thought maybe this blog would help me stay in touch with people at home. Seven days after H was born, we moved back to my hometown and there really wasn’t a need to blog anymore but I kind of kept it up. I was never very consistent.
Then life happened.
I finally got a job I had wanted for years and started my “career” when I was 7 months pregnant with baby #2 – now the maniacal 3 and a half year old, B-Dizzle.
Life was good. Then life wasn’t so good.
Shortly after B’s first birthday their dad, my then husband moved out. We weren’t happy. It was a trial separation. I really thought we would work everything out and be better on the other side.
After 6 months he moved back in. We began to work on things.
2 months later he was gone again; this time for good.
Then my “new life” started happening.
I spent the next few months trying to pick up the pieces of my existence while simultaneously being strong for my kids. If I keep this blogging thing up, maybe I’ll talk about my divorce more someday. It’s actually one of the things that I feel like I could “share” with the world because it wasn’t nasty. No dirty laundry aired. But I stand as proof that there is life afterward.
Throughout it all, I developed a pretty sweet anxiety disorder which, among other things, completely eliminated my appetite. Some people eat their feelings, I preferred to starve mine.
I moved into an apartment I could barely afford because I wanted my kids to have something “nice”. The complex also had a gym. Due to our custody arrangement, I had more free time than I knew what to do with. I decided that eventually my appetite would come back but I didn’t want the pounds to come back too so I started working out. My appetite DID come back but by then working out had become habit so I stuck with it.
In about 12 months I lost almost 80 pounds. 30 pounds in tears and 50 in sweat – I like to say. The last year has been spent trying to lose another 15 but basically I’m just lucky maintain.
Early last year I also met a wonderful guy. I will have to spend an entire post talking about that relationship. Let’s just say that I carry a lot of scars from my past and he’s got to be some kind of saint to actually put up with some of it.
I have a lot of big ideas of things that I want to share about my current journey:
• How my ex and I co-parent successfully (for the most part)
• How weight loss has truly effected my life – good and bad
• Having a good relationship after a not so good one
• Surviving single parenting
• Rebuilding my life
• Plus a whole bunch of pure mom blog posts about how fantastic H-Dog and B-Dizzle really are!
So that’s me! That’s my life. I’m a divorced mama to two amazing little guys, girlfriend to one pretty awesome big guy, doing a job that I love, pretending to know anything at all about fitness, and proving that there is life after the big D and sometimes, just sometimes, Act Two is even better than Act One.