I’d like to start by saying I hate the word “blogging.” I am a writer. I love that we as writers have a community where we can express ourselves any way we’d like and a way to easily find each other, but we’re essentially just online media, writing in our own virtual magazines.
I know that’s what blogging means, but it just sounds like something I vomited up. I used to hate blogging, before I knew what it really was. I thought it was just for parents who wanted to update their families on their lives. I just did that via email, so I didn’t see the point.
Then my friend Sarah would send me links to her blog and blogs she loves and I started reading some really great stuff online. Shortly after that, I lost my sixty pounds using the Wii Fit and it was suggested that I start a blog of my own.
I started writing September 1st of last year and wrote pretty much like I do now, only I was more conservative and self-conscious. I didn’t publish the post on my weight loss for two months, because I didn’t want my entire image to be just about fitness and weight loss. I wanted everyone to read and like me for me.
Every single thing I do I put out to the world for all to read. Every day, I think about how I’ll turn my every day life into a story you’d enjoy reading. It’s the little things that inspire me. Peeing in the shower, watching football with no pants on or posting a picture of a balls bookmark on a Wednesday.
