This blogging thing is hard. I hate (hate, hate, hate) feeling vulnerable, and spread open for others to judge. Yet, I can't make myself write anything that isn't honest and (on some level) meaningful.

Which makes me procrastinate doing this, then obsess over it, fret once it's done and hover over the delete or edit button. Stressful.

I think the theme for today was advice. Yes? I am not great at asking for it, or asking for help. That means admitting I don't know something - which totally clashes with my type A, perfectionist personality.

Nope. Instead I do research. And then I research some more. But I don't ask for help. Well, not for myself, anyway. For others, no problem... LOL!

I acquired an eating disorder at the tender age of 16. I became obsessed with exercise. I researched the heck out of diets, fitness, weight-loss, everything.

It took me about 10 years to get better. But I don't think I have forgotten one single thing I learned. So, no, I don't need to ask for help or advice on how to lose weight, or how to exercise, or how to become/stay motivated.

What I need is to keep my demons dormant and my body injury-free. It's a process. And it's on me.

And now, where is that delete button? Hmm?