In the beginning, the idea of my friends and family knowing about this blog was scary and embarrassing. I remember spending so much time designing the first version of it, and being so proud of how cute it was, but being bummed that no one would ever see it anyway. So I showed it to one of my closest friends, also a graphic designer, but made him promise to not read any of the content and to forget the link ever existed after viewing it once. Dramatic much?
As I began to lose weight and find rhythm, I shared it with a select few like Angie (my former personal trainer) and other close friends. One day I had the bright idea to create a Twitter account after resisting for so long. I followed a bunch of other weight loss bloggers but never tweeted. What would I say? No one even followed me. Who cares that I’m eating yogurt? Turns out, some people do care what I’m eating or what I’m wearing. My Twitter neighborhood began to grow, and I started getting more visitors to the blog. People were now reading my formerly private adventures. Though they were virtual strangers, I still felt embarrassed and shy about sharing photos, so my Progress Photos page was password protected for a while.
Eventually I got over it and opened up. My online friends would never judge me for what I look/ed like. I knew that my real life friends and family wouldn’t either, but I still wasn’t ready to share with them yet. That changed once I hit onederland, probably my most favorite NSV so far. It was time to brag to everyone, and I obsessed over how to word the silly Facebook post about it.
It has been one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. My support group tripled in size instantly, and suddenly I had old long lost friends from high school, even elementary school, reaching out to me asking me for advice on how they can get healthy too. I realized how important it was to share my story, and I was glad that I was able to get over my fears and open up to the people who know me best.
Later on, the full disclosure extended to guys I date. Let’s be honest, what woman, fit or not so fit, wants a guy to know her weight? And what woman would want a guy to see all the struggles we go through to look good? Frankly, I stopped caring about what a guy might think about my weight, and it has been a load off my chest. It’s also a good litmus test for whether a guy is even worth my limited time.
Even though I do this without the real life support of Weight Watchers meetings, peers in a fitness class, or members of a training team, the blog is a form of accountability I have to keep. I would say that I am now 100% open about my story to everyone and anyone that asks, and it feels really good. It feels good to brag about things that I am proud of. And if there’s ever something I don’t talk about enough or at all, feel free to ask me and I’m sure I’ll answer it without hesitation.
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