This is a Blog I’ve Written Before

Oh for the thousandth time I would guess. Another starting again, another dawn. Another “This time will be different” as I launch on a Monday against all my previous advice. Monday carries enough baggage already, and here I am weighing it down again.

But this time feels different.

And I’ve said that before as well. So how do I convince you, dear reader, that this time may very well be different? Do I offer snacks? Or do I do what I said I should do, and do that. Yes, I do.

I offer evidence. Ongoing, visible evidence. Starting with this website refresh, not filled with spammy articles about “How to get it Right”. Let’s face it, if I knew that I wouldn’t be sitting here in XXL t-shirts. No I offer rawer, more personal perspectives across my articles. Which I know I need to condense, they are quite meaty just now. But if there’s one thing us chubbers like, it’s food analogies. Articles more based on my views and experience, and less on the hard and fast facts and statements about “fat is bad, change is good”. And as you read this, a blog of all things (how Sex and the City of me). What’s the difference between a blog and an article, on my site at least? Both are now deeply personal, but the blog is more a conscious stream of thought in the now, rather than connecting my experience to helping you with your journey.

It’s the now, the today.

The blog is used to convey what is happening in real time with my journey and transformation. The highs and lows. The peaks and troughs. The chicken and chocolate. It’s less polished, less refined and more fat fingers typing my thoughts as they hit my ever slowing brain. Shorter, punchier, sloppier.

Today marks the latest in my stream of relaunches. With a sparkly new site; imperfect but there. That is one of the changes I’ve had to make, I have been tweaking this site for months. Every single little tweak done to perfect the site, always finding one more thing to fix. Then it hit me (or I got fed up); I’m doing this solo. On my own. No team of developers or proof readers or opinions. It’s not going to be perfect. I have the tools I have to hand, but I have to drive everything. I have to create, proof, tweak, approve and post.

Perfect is the enemy of good. Better to have something good but imperfect, than nothing at all. That’s one of the reasons I did one podcast episode and stopped; it wasn’t perfect. And I think I’m at the good but imperfect stage today. Monday. Fucking Monday.

I digress. All this warble and no substance. Again, hallmarks of a blog.

So what’s different this time. Well, I wondered why I kept tripping when I try and change. Part of the reason is a lack of honesty with myself, I think most can relate to that. Part was using the wrong tools to succeed. And part was just not understanding enough about what I actually need. So that’s where my focus has been these last few months. Rooting out the deeper issues to address.

Don’t worry though, this isn’t a trauma therapy site. You need professionals for that. But a little self reflection and asking myself the right questions has, hopefully, set me on a more sustainable direction. To help me with this I am building a tool set designed to help me. And I’m making that available to you – starting with the 7-day reset, which I start today.

This is not a cleanse, or a purge. This is a set of small goals to provide evidence you can change. Now this will be followed on by more tools. One’s I’m yet to announce. Because they’re not perfect. I will get passed that soon, don’t worry. They’re almost good, and good will do just now.

The 7-day reset just gently guides me per day, a reminder of what I am trying to do. A track I can keep to. If you’re interested in doing it to, you do have to sign up for the newsletter. Tools, remember, not tool. Take what helps from these tools, but don’t feel like you’ll fail if you don’t follow everything rigidly. Adapt for your circumstances. The rest may be to basic for you, that’s fine. It’s there should you ever need it.

Enough convincing you to sign up, back to me restarting. A restart of my restart blog, if you will.

I go into this new phase with excitement, nervousness, anxiety and hope. I’ve been here before, I know what to expect up until the point I don’t.

It will all be documented here. The glory, the glorious failures, and the embarrassing failures. Live the Lactic Fire way, die by the Lactic Fire way.