RouletteWeekend

I’ve been thinking alot lately about the difference between reasons and excuses. Flea Market Guy and I talk alot about this because he is still going to AA meetings and sometimes he comes home super frustrated because of all the “excuses” people have for being miserable and not taking care of themselves or taking responsibility for their actions and on and on and on. And to them, they aren’t excuses, they are reasons.

And I think we all have that choice to make about all the things we have not done. I’ll be the first to admit that I am really good at making “excuses” for things. The first thing that popped into my mind was this blog.

How long has it been since I posted? Weeks? Months? I didn’t even look back to see the last post because I don’t need to scroll back to know that it has been too long.

Some of the reasons aka excuses I’ve been telling myself include:
“I’m working 2 jobs, I don’t have time,” but I have time to play ToonBlast on my phone for 30-40 minutes before bed. A blog takes about 20 minutes to write.
“I’ll wake up early and write it in the morning,” but in the morning, I’m making breakfast and finding any other thing but writing.
“All I’ve been doing lately is cooking and working out and nobody wants to read about that everyday, that would turn my ‘everything’ blog into a niche blog and I don’t want that.”

That last one is the one that I keep using over and over again, because I cook every day and I’ve worked out every day for the last few months and I somehow have myself convinced that nobody wants to go on that journey with me. Nobody wants to see my sweaty workout photos. Nobody wants to see my silly smoothie pics. Nobody cares about me gettting healthy.

I tell myself all of this, while I sit on everyone else’s social media pages cheering them on and watching as they do the same exact thing.

Excuses.

So from now on, no more excuses. I’m putting in the work nutritionally, I’m putting in the work physically, and now I’m going to get back to putting in the work…. alphabetically??? You get my drift. No more excuses for not writing because writing is my happy place and even if nobody reads it, I may need to come back one day and re-read about my life if I ever lose my mind…

So, if I start slacking, feel free to light a fire under me.

It’s good to be back!!